Spring is calling. Time to leave. The winds have told me. She's waiting for me. . Hear the tune. Of northern winds. . Twilight sun. Will soon be gone.
I hope that he will be safe. Hopefully return in April. I've heard the winds speak of a fight. And it hit my heart like a thorn. Whispering voices appear.
In the fields, bequeath the beach. I hold my shield before me. May the Gods be with me. . North man determined not to fail. leave your foray behind. Northern wind in our sails.