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Sons of My Father

Battle horns rage in the north on seas of icy death  
Heralding ragged men for glory 'til there's nothing left  
We are the men from the realm where silent gods stand watch  
The turning of the tide, we stand tall as Odin's bastard sons  
On the tides  
It is time  
Eternal war  
As the blood pours  
Tarnished armor with battle stains, dented helm on my head  
To fight the fight, fire with fire, 'til I'm left for dead  
Place the weapons of my foes about me at my feet  
Burn me as a pagan king on a ship out to sea  
Sword in hand  
Of a man  
Battle death  
Took his last breath  
Live my life as a living god of war  
Until Odin, Allfather, greets me at the door  
Just to die in passion's unwieldy grip  
And count my days in the blood's constant drip  
Hold, who waits beyond the mist?  
Sons of my father  
Hold, who waits inside the hall?  
Sons of my father  
Marching forth to face the horde, legions of her, Hel  
Standing firm with my brothers against the sons of Muspell  
Protecting the realm with sharpened sword, spear and shield  
As legions of Einherjar ride to take the field  
On we march  
On our watch  
For the lords  
Of gilded doors  
In the face  
Of disgrace  
Muspell's sons  
Face the only ones  
Hold, can you hear my war cry?  
Sons of my father  
Hold, who stands there by my side?  
Sons of my father  
Just one last thing in the eyes of the gods  
Is for me to arise and to dig down deep  
Together we stand firm with no falter  
On the Bifrost bridge with the sons of my father  
Written by HadesRising
Published | Edited 5th Apr 2014
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