
Leif Ericson
Ceolskog
Made In My Bedroom (EP) • 2015
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Lyrics
I turn to see a fading shore.
(We bid farewell, we bid thee farewell).
We depart Greenland and all we adore.
(We bid farewell, we bid thee farewell).
Following rumour's path, we have set forth,
strange lands await brave men of the north.
Into the horizon, our bearing: south-west.
(Let wind blow, Let the wind blow).
With thirty-five sailors at my behest.
(Let wind blow, Let the wind blow).
Into the unknown and ever far,
guided by the light of the Northern Star.
Over the raging ocean.
Under a thundering sky.
Our eyes on the horizon.
To discover, or to die?
I turn to see an approaching shore.
(Chase the new world, chase the new world).
My name shall live on like my father's before.
(Chase the new world, chase the new world).
For centuries to come they shall tell tales,
of history we made in Vinland's green vales.
(We bid farewell, we bid thee farewell).
We depart Greenland and all we adore.
(We bid farewell, we bid thee farewell).
Following rumour's path, we have set forth,
strange lands await brave men of the north.
Into the horizon, our bearing: south-west.
(Let wind blow, Let the wind blow).
With thirty-five sailors at my behest.
(Let wind blow, Let the wind blow).
Into the unknown and ever far,
guided by the light of the Northern Star.
Over the raging ocean.
Under a thundering sky.
Our eyes on the horizon.
To discover, or to die?
I turn to see an approaching shore.
(Chase the new world, chase the new world).
My name shall live on like my father's before.
(Chase the new world, chase the new world).
For centuries to come they shall tell tales,
of history we made in Vinland's green vales.
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