Prediction - Max Ananyev

Ships were prepared Weapons and shields Sails were raised We headed out to sea Norway disappeared in the East Our journey had begun Helpful winds gave us our speed Under a warming sun Heading to the emerald land A fleet of 50 ships An army of 2000 men Led by the king On the horizon dark clouds arose Thor rode across the black clouds As the night rolled in over us We felt the wrath of the storm That night I was haunted by dreams An omen of what was to come The serpent arose from the sea Ready to strike With hammer in hand The serpent in pain Twisting in furious rage Fought for its life The serpent escaped Thor was enraged My dreams began to fade Woke from my dreams Sword in my hand The break of dawn Closing in on Irish land Time to attack Grabbed our shields We came ashore And saw the waiting horde The fight was short and deadly intense The Irish fought us well But as we gained the upper hand Their fighting spirit quelled Ready to strike With swords in our hands They struggled with heart The Irish fell to our wrath Fought for his life Their king escaped With fury divine King Olav threw his sword