Floating in the Water (shadow)
*Lichen Throat
Narrative points: Nordic countries—once ruthless Vikings, now aficionados of metal*
Floating in the water in the North Atlantic.
When they see our sails, they start to panic,
Praying for deliverance from the Vikings’ fury.
When our longboat lands, they flee and scurry.
We pillage and we plunder;
No wonder they’re unsettled.
We take their goods and steal their wives;
We’re men of blood and metal.
Metal, metal, metal, metal, metal, metal, metal, metal, metal, metal, metal, metal.
We live in tidy order, in socialist democracies
With barely any thought to our violent histories.
We make our modern music, all kick drums and growls.
Band names in spikey type, with marks above the vowels.
We solo and we shred;
Don’t dread the distortion pedal.
The Swedes, Norwegians, and the Finns,
Are masters of the metal.