Make no tent on thy ship;
Never sleep in a house;
For a foe within doors you may view.
On a shield sleeps the Viking, sword in his hand,
And his tent is the heavenly blue.
When the storm rages fierce,
Hoist the sail to the top.
Oh, how merry the Storm-King appears!
Let us rise, let her drive;
Better founder than strike,
For who strikes is a slave to his fears.
― The Northmen; A Viking Saga