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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