Wyndreth Berginsdottir |
Drink, for the wind blows cold
and Drink for The Wolf runs free. Drink to the ships with the sails like wings and Drink to the storm-tossed seas. Drink to the lasting nights and those who warm our beds. Drink to the mead that warms our hearts and the cold that clears our head. Drink to the Allfather's Eye for Odin's sons are we. Drink to the World-Tree where he hung and the Runes of Mystery. Drink to the truth of steel and blood that falls like rain. Drink to Valhalla's golden walls and to our kinsmen, slain. Drink to the Glory-field where a man embraces death, and thank the gods that we live at all with our joyous dying breath! Drink for the wind blows cold and Drink for the Wolf runs free Drink to the ships with the sails like wings for Odin's sons are we! © Tune, lyrics: Karen L.U. Kahan 1993 |
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