Odin's Army

I fell in battle, sword in hand, Invading someone else’s land. Then I saw her, and she reached down, To escort me from the battleground. I’d let her take me anywhere, With her winged helmet and braided hair. She had me stand ‘neath Odin’s throne, Where each warrior must stand alone. One-eyed Odin judged me to be Worthy to serve in his last army…. Daily killed and resurrected-- (Not quite the afterlife expected!) Samurais taught me to sword-fight. I learned spear and shield from a Hoplite. Vikings taught me the battle axe, And the Persians taught me sneak attacks. We die each day and then come back, Always practicing for Ragnorak. She brings me mead, my Valkyrie, And sometimes at night she favors me. Since she’s nearby, it’s just as well-- This isn’t Heaven, but not quite Hell. We’ll fight and sing to the war drums, Waiting the day that Ragnorak comes. (Chorus) Our days are spent in miseries, But at night we have the Valkyries. Riposte and lunge, thrust and parry; That’s all we do in Odin’s army.