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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
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
Published 30th Mar 2014
| Edited 5th Apr 2014
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30th Mar 2014 6:55pm
This is an epic poem about the huge Allfather.
Viking/ Norse mythology is so beautiful and I love to read about it. It is also my heritage.. The rainbow bridge and the bifrost where they can access the nine realms is just great in so many ways. and your poem/ more like a literature piece.. is just excellent well crafted, excellent images, excellent words and facts and awesome.. i liked it alot. WAR
Viking/ Norse mythology is so beautiful and I love to read about it. It is also my heritage.. The rainbow bridge and the bifrost where they can access the nine realms is just great in so many ways. and your poem/ more like a literature piece.. is just excellent well crafted, excellent images, excellent words and facts and awesome.. i liked it alot. WAR
30th Mar 2014 7:01pm
30th Mar 2014 8:05pm
Hades, you have crafted a
masterpiece my friend.
You write these with such
obvious ease and passion
as though you are there in
the first person telling them
as a scribe or a participant
for us to all enjoy.
You need to compile them
in a book and let us all enjoy.
I would buy and have you
personally autograph.
Great... Pan
masterpiece my friend.
You write these with such
obvious ease and passion
as though you are there in
the first person telling them
as a scribe or a participant
for us to all enjoy.
You need to compile them
in a book and let us all enjoy.
I would buy and have you
personally autograph.
Great... Pan
31st Mar 2014 00:34am
Thomas, my friend, you honor me too much. Thank you for that. I am planning on compiling them in a small book and publishing it. As for the your copy, I'll happily send you one if you want it, that is when it's done. Cheers
30th Mar 2014 8:23pm
My grandfather, a Norwegian immigrant, would have loved reading this. It took me back in time to my childhood when he'd tell me Norse Legends.
31st Mar 2014 00:35am
