Abduction
Oh what to do, oh where to go?
I feel like running to and fro.
Where's my village, down below?
What's with this metal, where's the snow?
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I think it's time to use my head.
But I cannot fight this sense of dread.
Stress causing my hair to shed,
Why not take others in my stead?
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But wait, am I not Viking born?
Should give no time to thoughts forlorn.
By Odin, Thor, Freya, Björn,
I'll be back home before the dawn.
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So with all that said I start to run.
It's time for me to have some fun.
No time to fret, to be so glum,
For this ship's captain, I will shall come.