journey, with which we attempt to look beyond our boundaries
To answer questions asked for centuries.
Will it not only leave us with more and greater mysteries?
That's the question, that is
What keeps me rowing. I'm sick of this strife,
I don't know where we're going, we [bad word] Leif,
He said, "You'll see Vineland is out there,
I can take us there, I know where we are going.
Don't deny your need for knowing how far

All goes on and where the oceans end.
The autumn wind and evening tide will take us through Midgaard".
Still we've sighted only sea till now,
As we sail I sometimes wonder how far to Asgaard.

Greatness lies within the silence of the ocean,
Where we end is not our decision
And though hidden, fate is fixed with no evasion.
All men should try to live for each
Day for the evening, each week for the end
Each summer for the winter, each life for the death.
Tell me, does this all have a meaning?
And Leif Ericsson just stared into the distance
And asked the question, "How far does it

All go on and where do oceans end?
The autumn wind and evening tide will take us through Midgaard".
Still we've sighted only sea till now,
As we sail I sometimes wonder how far to Asgaard.

Dagurin skín so [bad word] 
Komið er hægst á summarið.