All Galant's Oath

Dire valkyries, tread closely;

We're staring down the ravenous throats of giants,

In vigour weakening strife,

And though these sights and sounds fade,

Let spirits be well culled for battle yet to come.

We'll rise 'gain, valiantly;

Our essence given form in return

To war waged plains of terra.

Impart your crow, sage soot-red hel-bird.

Hereafter we'll

Depart as men

Fate-relieved of death.

Foreseen days

Bring loss at celestial scale

To ravage all our known

Be sure.

Thrice long season

Of grim frost, fall upon us.

Turning vile and hostile man,

(feuding loved)

Aching for warmth and light's rebirth,

For brother and brother,

Great wolves, hunger lunar and solar;

Cravings which elevate concerns of earthly plight,

Veiled in everlasting night.

All we, in gallantry.

Awaken, on and on,

Bein' primed;

Maimed in pride.

For descendants

And thrill of fight;

Odin, and life.

For all the terror, affliction and doubt

Looming so ominous,

Guiding our route.

On through gargantuan adversaries

And treacherous land.

On through pain and suffering,

Heeding command

Of mythic soul

Who sight unseen falls viciously

To terrible jaws of howling fiend.

To what end do efforts lead

When all is said and done,

And all forms bleed?

For playing our part

In destiny's telling,

We'll abide, and we

Will rise 'gain, valiantly;

Our essence given form in return

To war waged plains of terra.

Impart your crow, sage soot-red hel-bird.