Nordic Poems

The Lust For Battle

The grass is green, my sword lacks blood.
It wont be long before a battle’s flood;
Of men and horse, the charge will start,
Where many people get torn apart. 
A distance sound: the battle horn,
The signal for combat is finally born.

Cries and screams as many fall.
Only a lucky few will get accepted in the hall.
Where champions go when they die,
Into the sky their souls will fly.

The clash of steel, the sound of war,
Our ancient norseman’s historical lore. 
Watching my enemies fall with such great ease,
Our furry brings their strongest to their knees.
Surrendering to us means certain slavery,
Its much better to die with some bravery. 


Into Valhalla I Fly

Take me to Asgard where I can find the fountain of youth.
Give me Idunn’s apple to satisfy my sweet tooth.
Old age vanquished by her fruits, so sweet.
Living with the gods should be every mans treat.
Drinking and fighting with champions of past.
A Valkyries loving hands i can feel at-last.

So let me fight, and let me fall,
Let me be taken into the great hall.
Let me fight my enemies, let me be slain.
Into battle where the gods take away my pain.

As i stand and i look without any fear,
Its the war horns i love, that ring in my ear.
The signal of strength, the honour and pride.
A forecast of humans who have already died.
Fate is written, battle’s already known.
Odin’s will is about to be shown.

So let me fight, and let me fall,
Let me be taken into the great hall.
Let me fight my enemies, let me be slain.
Into battle where the gods take away my pain.

I clench my shield, hammer and axe.
Above our heads, thors hammer cracks.
A signal that the gods favour our fight.
It gives us a strength, an undying might.
We charge and clash, our enemies all fall.
The lucky few die and are received in the great hall.

So let me fight, and let me fall,
Let me be taken into the great hall.
Let me fight my enemies, let me be slain.
Into battle where the gods take away my pain.


Valkyries Take Me Away.

Rejection destroyed when I die,
By her hand I’m lifted into the sky.
She see’s the beauty in my warriors death,
The honour that lies in my last breath.
Only from dying in combat against your enemy,
Or stripping the life of tyranny.

Sometimes the time lies within
When you need to vanquish sin,
Its the hope of your undying might,
Sometimes even death feels so right.

When you fall in combat, its not weak
If its death, from the freedom you seek.
Not one you’re paid to do; just for some twit,
Because fuck fighting for an idiot.
Its got to be freedom or your defense,
To be able to die with innocents.

Sometimes the time lies within,
When you need to vanquish sin,
Its the hope of your undying might,
Sometimes even death feels so right.

So a field of fallen brothers that died,
Is where our victory seems to hide.
In the hearts of gods, and the eyes of men,
Its not the beginning of our end,
Its the start of compassion so true,
Paid by the lives of a fallen few.

Sometimes the time lies within,
When you need to vanquish sin,
Its the hope of your undying might,
Sometimes even death feels so right.

Into the sky we’ll finally fly,
When the Valkyries take me when I die.