Breath of the North

	Upon the wave's foamy crest,
	Astride the dragon of the sea,
	He brings trouble on his wings,
	On his mighty wings
	The hand holds steel
	And someone's life on it.
	There's thirst for glory in his eyes,
	And gleams of funeral pyre.
	Breath of the north will fill lungs
	And give you power.
	The dragon bares its teeth.
	Blood of his foes he'll drink aplenty
	Upon the Ting of their armours.