Come By the Sword Die By the Sword

The Bard of the Norseman A warrior’s fame and for glory all Norseman live worthy of life Worthy the Norseman with warring axe to victory and spilt Saxon blood For spoils of the serpent’s lair lie across the whale’s road Far from the girls in the houses they love Seeking a quest these warriors of Oden -always the dream for a bard’s song Now set sail upon a journey –a glorious adventure- a hunting do they go Do steer the battered sea-steed adorned by dragon’s head and tail Endure the breaker of trees from artic northern hail Skid the waves and endure towards a foreign mystical shore Below a pallid sky-candle and darkening gray dim light Nebulous rains doth hinder the rudderman’s impeded sight Till at last the first oarsman peers across the misty horizon Mystical panorama- calls acclamation unto Oden- makes call of reached land These feeders of ravens rave honor into Oden Lord of the gallows hath made the glory of the elves to shine Down upon warriors the sun makes glisten- their metal horn helmets and shields Set afoot to feed the eagles-prey on either Christian or druid-with a wounding-hoe Seeking untold fame and glory and carry back a dragon’s hoard load To brighten the battle-sweat of those made conquered And sing unto Oden- tell their tales- make legends of victors Believing Valhella's glory to come thus hunting they do go Doth all Norseman perform deeds of valor with axe victory and slaughter-dew So did live the Vikings Danes Anglo Saxons who wore warded blue