I am not a king, to no throne do I lay claim.

Of me no skald will sing, I’ve no victories or fame.

And so I call to Odin, the wisest one of all.

Give me a Vikings life that I may serve you when I fall.

It has been too long since last I found a fight.

Thoughts of battle fill my days and glory dreams each night.

The world we live in now, loves not the battle-song.

To war your way to glory, on that path I know that I belong

The world is different now, as are the soldiers needs.

Firearms and vehicles replace the spear and axe and steed.

This age is not my own, here I do not belong.

Here there is no glory, no chance to earn a song.

And so I call to Odin, the wisest one of all.

Give me a Vikings life that I may serve you when I fall.

Upon my death I have been told, I’d be denied a pyre.

Can I reach the roads of stars without the lifting heat of fire?

an unknown skald that bears a soldier’s heart.

I pray there is a place for me, when my light goes dark.

And so I call to Odin the wisest one of all

Give me a Vikings life that I may serving when I fall

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