A Viking’s Prayer

I’m standing on the ship

looking out towards the sea,

glancing at the waters

that soon will carry me.

 

Beating of distant drums

coming from the battlefield,

a thousand Viking warriors

their weapons they won’t yield.

 

I hear Valhalla’s call

coming yonder from the sky.,

my time will soon be up

I know then that I must die.

 

I call upon mighty Thor

to be always at my side,

so that I may fight bravely

after each oncoming tide.

 

Let blood be on my sword

let sweat fall from my brow,

as I go on the battlefield

to strike my foes down.

 

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And if I should be last to fall

let me die a death with pride,

then my children will proudly know

a hero is how I died.