Viking, Viking burning bright,
on a pyre in the night,
though the wind howls and bites,
this funeral is out-of-sight!
Through the cold and falling snow,
on the lake your fire glows,
the ships combusts, and now I know
this here is how I want to go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it. I'd like 'though the wind does howl and bite' and 'on the lake the fire does glow' more.