The Bastard Sea

The murky field which swallows our dead.
Men die here but also made.
Legends built from cold lonely bones
Rattling against our surging bow.

A wicked place that lies, that kills.
That hides untold horrors, real and imagined.
Deep below, a hungry hall,
upon the surface a roaring swell

Avast, I see a sinister shadow, a shimmering scale, a twisted tail?
A terrible tangle, a serpent? A spirit?
Men waver, shields shake as the ocean sinks
And there amongst the stormy sea, a head, a tail, a horrible wail

Get back ye Grand Beast! Midgard strangler! Ye foul son of Loki!
The thunderer is with us, lighting tips our spears, our swords
hammers beat at our chests with pride
Victory! Plunder! or a gruesome death, will only quell this ferocious few