Alone he stands in the doorway ...Gazing at the starlit horizon ...And the moonsparkling sea ...For his destiny beyond those waves ...Known only to the Norns ...ends are waiting by the shore ...tear rolls from his eye ...They set sail with the first morning rays ...And as the five ships steer out from the bay ...The wind is strong, the sun is warm ...Their Dragons fly across the waves ...They await the battle ...On the morning of the fifth day ...Before the sun arose ..."LOWER THE SAIL, GRAB YOUR OAR...ROW LIKE THE WIND TO THE SHORE, ...ROW LIKE THE WIND TO ATTACK!"