Pockets
In robes of golden sunlight
Dancing, oblivious to all around
Dancing, to keep from the night
She doesn't see them looking
She never sees them stare
All she wants to do is dance
Dance, without a care
They tried to ignore her pain
As the person she used to be
They're all blinded by her now
As she dances upon the street
She dressed herself in blazing red
And, blocking out all their jeers,
Danced to blind their prying eyes
So they wouldn't see her tears
Once Sent from the Golden Hall
Salt water licks my face
and wind fills the sail
We head for wars on distant shores
My friends are all with me
And so they'll always be
We'll never bend untill the end
We cross the open waves
On course to far off lands
Thor guides our ships
With his strong hands
Across the waves our seasnakes fly
Carried like ravens in the sky
By heavens breath on wings of death
Blood will run red
As we sever bodies from their heads
We main and kill by pure will
We hail our Gods
Sacrifice in blood
Our altar is the battlefields
Death is something we don't fear
Though it's always near
Ygg brings us home when time has come
We are five of us
Friends of the suncross
Strong and brave to the grave!