Warcry From A Viking Soul

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    Warcry From A Viking Soul

     Today I call to my brothers three
    Mighty men under Yggdrasil tree
    May we this day make ready to fall
    And when dead O brothers may Odin catch thee

    Ride into battle behold blood mountains tall
    Rise to the sound for the battlehorn of Thor does call
    We greet the outlanders with steel and flame
    Defeat rings in their souls we claim victory over all

    When the bloodshed does give up its claim
    Upon the enemy we did so maim
    We hold the treasures of the people that now fear
    The Warcry of Vikings; a might without name

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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