Ghost of Erik the Red
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You want this land? You want the kingdom of the dead? Listen to the wind... it remembers.
Erik the Red had a silver tongue just like you Told 'em "Green Land" was lush, yeah, he sold 'em a view A marketing scam back in nine-eighty-five Lured 'em to the frost just to bury 'em alive He promised 'em pastures, he promised 'em gold But the soil was bitter and the nights were too cold Now you’re standing on the coast with a pen in your hand Trying to buy a graveyard, thinking it’s a resort brand.
Heil! Heil! The King of the New Age Writing your name on a frozen page But the bones in the permafrost don't pay rent They died for a dream that was heaven-sent Welcome to the empire of the starving ghosts The New Viking King on the desolate coasts!
You’re dreaming of golf on a sheet of black ice While the ancestors paid the ultimate price They ate their own hounds when the grain wouldn't grow Vanished in the fog, lost in the snow No trade with the world, just silence and frost Now you’re counting the profit, ignoring the cost You think you’re a conqueror? You’re just a guest In a land that put the bravest warriors to rest.
The cattle died first... Then the children... Then the fires went out. Now you want to build a hotel?
Heil! Heil! The King of the New Age Writing your name on a frozen page But the bones in the permafrost don't pay rent They died for a dream that was heaven-sent Welcome to the empire of the starving ghosts The New Viking King on the desolate coasts!
Sign the papers... Build the towers... The ice doesn't care who you are. It swallowed the Vikings... And it’s hungry again.
