The Master Of The Winds

With his new supernatural force

It was able to throw away

The drakkar again into to the sea,

In a single push,

With so much force that he collapsed in the sand until the waist.

The drakkar rose proud, it navigated.

The tiny ones had not been able to damage it.

The draugr loaded

The drakkar

With dead meat

The the killed it

Before

An the drakkar

Supported,

Noble,

That putrified load.

Two oars moved the ship

The draugr rowing, looking at

His hands

Black as coal.

Advancing, slowly

Summoning the wind

The oceans

The streams

The water

The clouds

The clouds obeyed him, and

The waters listened to his orders,

Dragging the drakkar like a dagger offered to thor,

While he came closer moment to moment

To the place of rest.

When he came closer to the warm seas

He crossed with another ship.

A ship of strange fashion,

Not with glorious nordic print,

With pompous and proud silhouette.

The draugr crossed the drakkar in its road

And he approached it under the form of a gull.

Then he recovered his monstrous effigy

And he allowed to restrain for his hate to the life.

He pulled up arms and legs, he beheaded,

He milled bones and skulls.

Nobody survived, neither nobody would never find out

Of the luck of the unfortunate ship.