Hyperspectral Winter Incursions

"Today, feast we are twenty-one miles from the ice fortress. Ill fortune presses, but better may come. My right foot has gone, nearly all the toes - two days ago I was proud possessor of best feet. The symnoid take first place in condition, but there is not much to choose after all. The others are still confident of getting through - or pretend to be - I don't know! The mileage would have seemed ridiculously on our outward journey."

"Blizzard bad as ever - Norsemen unable to fight. Have decided it shall be natural - we shall march for the ice fortress with or without our effects and die in our tracks."

(Aaah)

Crossing the iced ocean of the north

I feel the wind freezing in my face

Destination is unknown

On a mission to save my race

Sacrificing elders - massive senicide

Claimed by the next storm - no chance to survive

Bodies washed out to the bluff - abandoned to the wild

Pray to the mighty Tyr and prepare to die

Hyperspectral winter incursions

High spirits of our ancestors

Aurora borealis high above

Sinister lights give me shivers

Shaman spiritual gods

Sacrificing elders - massive senicide

Claimed by the next storm - no chance to survive

Bodies washed out to the bluff - abandoned to the wild

Pray to the mighty Tyr and prepare to die

Hyperspectral winter incursions

(Aaah)

"Every day we have been ready to start for our ice fortress 11 miles away, but outside of the door of our tent it remains a scene of whirling drift. I do not think we can hope for any better things now. We shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot be far. It seems a pity, but I do not think I can write any more. For Odin's sake look after our people."