Your mighty spear of battle, leads us to the fray,
Flying high above the host, and those who die today.
A cunning heart, a mighty hand, a soul upon the tree,
You speak to those who hear you, and tell us to be free
A pair of ravens over head, I wonder what they know,
They fly to many places, above and down below.
They sit upon your shoulders, thought and memory,
They search the world over, and tell you what they see.
Your bright and shining ladies, with sword and shield they ride,
In every war, on every day, you send them from your side.
To bring the ones who've fallen, when war has laid them low,
To lift the horn of welcome, and staunch the bloody flow.
We celebrate the fallen, the one's who've gone to you,
Who sit beside you in your hall, mighty hearts and true.
Not just the shining heroes, in glory did they fall,
But also those who failed, but gave to it their all.
By Rind you gave us Vali, to send blind Hod to Hel,
Although it seemed a brutal deed, in truth you wished him well.
To be in Hel with Balder, to keep them safe from pain,
To hold them for that shining day, when Earth shall rise again.
You guide our hands in battle, you bless our sleep in bed.
You help your heroes while they live, and keep them when they're dead.
You show the power of the runes to those of us who hear,
You fight to save the world, and all that we hold dear.

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