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Poems for Heathen Folk: sgarr sgarr Flying at sky-jewels Rise Swans of Blood Watching the World

Seeking Thoughts of mind s worth Searching Memory s of the Folk Daily they take wing Contemplative is the Lord of Gallows

Courage, Truth, Honour, Fidelity Discipline, Hospitality, Self Reliance Industriousness, Perseverance

Beneath the Hall of Shields and Spears The Hanged God sits upon the High Seat Shadows of War bring News Warriors die to sit at Long tables

The One Eyed God commands The Choosers of the Slain go forth On great Black Wolves do they ride The Honorable Fallen they seek

Unseen by the Living They Travel across the foreign desert lands No longer do they die by the sword But by guns and bombs

Do not worry Warrior Your Honor is great Over the Bridge of Fire you will travel Returning Home, To the Halls of the Gods

Queen of the Valkyrie chooses her fallen Across Flkvangr do they travel Sessrmnir they seek

For others the Great Hall of the All-Father Opens its many Gates Warriors raise their Horn s to the Newly Fallen Bragi recites tales of Greatness Ready yourselves Warriors says the Old Man Ragnarok Comes!

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