Death and Honnor

In the waking hours, has the sky
begins turn from midnight blue to
brightend grey and cast upon my weary face.

I look upon the field where my brothers lay,
Motionless, has if sleeping with their eyes open,
Sedated in death.

The field of honnor has taken them,
Valhalla calls them home on wings of Valkrie.

I lay my helmet upon the earth and pray,
"Glory to Freya, Glory to Thor, Glory to Oiden!"

I fall to the ground in silent victory,
let the light kiss my face.
I close my eyes..............I smell the mead......