With storm and wind, and cast ashore our ship is smashed, our keel no more for many days, of toil and rest erect our keel on Kjalarnes
For days we sailed, then settled in and found the home of Skraeling men this place I wished to live my life is now my tomb, to rest and die
At Krossanes, where my spirit dies you raise the sign, the sign of foreign lies my father'S faith, his blood in mine the northern light, forever shines again
My life is spent, my doom revealed the arrow'S flight, that pierced my shield that cursed point, that took my life will send me far, to Odin's side
Will my kin return, to bring me home or will I stay, on barren shores that cursed cross, wheighs on my soul my people's fate, my people's heart
At Krossanes, where my spirit dies you raise the sign, the sign of foreign lies my father's faith, his blood in mine the northern light, forever shines again
A great swarm of skin-boats was then heading towards them down the fjord... The Skraelings shot at them for a while, and then turned and fled as fast as they could. Thorvald asked his men if any of them were wounded; they all replied that they were unhurt. 'I have a wound in the armpit,' said Thorvald. -'An arrow flew up between the gunwale and my shield, under my arm - here it is. This will lead to my death. 'I advise you now to go back as soon as you can. But first I want you to take me to the headland I thought so suitable for a home, I seem to have hit on the truth when I said that I would settle there for a while. Bury me there and put crosses at my head and feet, and let the place be called Krossanes for ever afterwards.' - Greenlander's SagaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.