Album: Engla Tocyme (2002)

The Swan's Road

The Vessel forsook the land of the Danes,
moved out to stir the deep water.
Then at the mast the sail was made fast by a rope, a fine sea-dress; the water-borne timbers creaked. The wind over the billows did not hinder the wave-floater from its journey. The sea-traveller advanced, floated foamy-necked over the waves, the clamped prow over the ocean currents, until they could descry the Geatish cliffs. Driven by the breeze, the craft pressed forwards, grounded on land.
- Beowulf