Eyvind Skaldaspiller -Destroyer of Poets

Skaldaspillar arise you are only wounded, not slain in battle No raven feast today, so laugh, yell at the Valkyrie skedaddle You are better than they, for blues come and go, but write your ode You will conquer your foes, so rejoice, as they vanish into the starry cold Choose joy, joy again Skaldaspillar, the poetic voice within smile and write Lifted by the free spirit of the ancient flame, then destroyer of poets, fight Raise your pen of war, let the ink fly, spatter the paper door valiantly standing, until all your enemies are no more