Warrior's Saga

Warrior's Saga

A spear's cast away
The Enemy stands
Drawn in ranks
To dice with Death
At my hands.

Over shield's edge
The eyes are bright.
They came seeking battle;
Let us give them
famous deaths.

What use prayer or plan
When the warriors are dieing?
In the feasting of swords
It is better to serve
Than be glutted on steel.

Now is the moment
A warrior  lives for-
His eyes full of Sun
And mouth full of dust,
His Fate in his hands.

Come closer, Foeman,
You came here to meet me.
I've saved you a place
In the House of the Dead,
Where you won't lack company.

To stand in the Shield-Wall
Is hard work, I'm thinking.
More fun is breaking
The foeman's formations
And treading on them as they fall.

Laughing, I strike-
I saw your blow coming.
I hope your armor
Is well padded inside,
Or that one hurt.

Bright is the sunshine
Gleaming on armor.
Dark is the view
Of the first ones to fall
Going over the bridge.

I once slew a Prince
With my Donegal Toothpick.
The many-slaying Jade
Came a long way
To die in the woods.

Sweet is the ale in the warrior's cup
After day's fighting is done.
Better is drinking
What the enemy left us
In the camp of the slain.

Many the hours
I spent loving women.
To many and enemy
I gave Death
For a Bride.

How can I be
Such a light-hearted slayer?
Even the Gods
Play their games
With our lives.