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Blood Bonds
Howling with the Wolf
Hunting with the Bear
Sleeping in the trees
Having no fear
The lights of the town
They are not my own
The boiling of my blood
The violence in my bones
I hear the cat creep
I see the grass grow
The roots of a mountain
The caw of a crow
The forest it calls
The sea my heart stirs
The highlands are home
My clothes are the furs
The creatures my friends
The spirits my kin
The Gjallarhorn will sound
The battles I win
The Gods they are watching
Being kinsmen on high
When my Orlog has faded
To Valholl will I fly
Mead I am drinking
Sword I am hefting
Shield I am swinging
Flesh I am cleaving
Victory I am granted
The flames leaping high
The longship is laden
I row with a sigh
North I am sailing
Homeward I go
Westward now rowing
To Land of Blood and Snow
Tilling the land
Fattening the kine
To Yulefest we ride
Kinsmen we find
Blood Bonds between us
Tie us by soul
Kith and Kin mine
In our blood do we know
We farm in the Spring
We harvest in Fall
The snow clouds they come
We Winter in hall
In Summer we sail
Southeast for to trade
When Christmen refuse us
On them do we prey
Hammerhearts from the North
On the sea we are kings
None stand before us
For death do we bring
They say we are wrong
Convert do they cry
To the Old Gods I cling
Rather than turn I will die
Many will come with me
Easy I'll not go
Against them I'm sailing
Against them I row
The Christ King is fading
Odhinn is at hand
Thorr he protects us
In this our new land
Thorr has won
The victory is ours
The stranger has lost
His followers cower
"Never again!" I yell
At the top of my lungs
It has taken many lifetimes
We have finally won
©
Hildulf Hlorrithisson
The Ulfar
Gardhr
Image:
"Sigmund wins Notung", Arthur Rackham, 1910
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