The pass in silence, under light of moon,

Ancient arriors sorrowful and grey

In never-fading shame, yet no cries are heard

Silently they pass

Their one-eyed god is watching,

As they pass thorugh endless forests

They came as earriors from the north,

To claim our shores their own

Enshrouded in lace mist,

Shileds and armour earth stained

The blood of their wounds

Still as crimson as the day it flowed

They are the norse men that failed,

Lost to time forever

Their thirst for war as they came

Was unquenched at their failure

When their dragons burned on our shores,

They werw condamned to sleep

Beneath our starlit heavens...



[Inspired by the tale of Brian Boru (926-1014), Kig of Ireland, who died succesfully defending his kingdom against the invading Vikings at Clontraf in 1014]



[J. Fogarty 12.12.96]