Woman Viking Warrior

See! Air is spotless. I give you its blood! I impose Poetry´s Knife where you post You who slept to kiss all and any Tod A Prince for your home as a foolish host! You had nerve to pull Arms against my Man This Viking Armada waits your shoreline It´s you who tried my song to scan Go song! To Athen, London, back to Rhine And when I wrote your Name in chilly air I called you things you never really heard Yet my melody hurts down to a hair I´m no longer my tribe´s and line´s nerd Sweden was a powerful Viking land I take a blood-stained shield at my last stand