I circle kings but wear no crown, A silent guard that won’t back down. Not wall nor gate, yet I defend, What am I that rings the end?

We pillage and kill, we take what we will, From people, from towns, chasing the thrill. Across England’s lands, we left our fierce mark, Savage and brutal, a shadow in the dark. Gods are our plenty, we hope to join them high, Ship-bound we wander, under rune-strewn sky. Who are we, these travelers of old?

They who explore me are divers, yet I am not often underwater. You can find me everywhere, yet you won't often find me on accident.

Thin and gravely, that’s my name The gravely part might give you pain

I sound like corn, but in truth, you’re gonna need a map to get out of me.