Solitary houses by the fjord   Rain is drifting in small water chains   Silent voices talking behind walls   Fire burning keeps us warm      Will they come my way?   Will this change my fate?   Do they ask for friendship?   Do they speak my language?   Will they come my way?      The new sound arises from their base   And now it's rowing from the south   Stay and swim back and forth   Skraelings are in search for the shore      Will they come my way?   Will this change my fate?   Do they ask for friendship?   Do they speak my language?   Will they come my way?      Usher men   In the boats   Holding spears   getting close   Swear struck, Ha!   Getting low, Ha!   I don't know   Lower the swords      Will they come my way?   Will this change my fate?   Do they ask for friendship?   Do they speak my language?   Will they come my way?