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~ Poetry by me ~
Fire falls on Asgard's walls,
Red as battle fierce and gory,
Trembling shakes the earth and quakes
As the Einherjar march to glory.
Blow, Heimdall, blow, set the wild echoes
To Gjallarhorn answer, heroes, Hela's hordes defying!
With Gods they die in yon dark sky,
Fall slain on hill and field and river;
They give their soul to reach the goal,
Protect us from the giants forever.
Blow, Heimdall, blow, set all Vigrid replying;
Blow the horn; fight, o heroes - dying, dying, dying.
O hark, O hear! how sweet and clear,
Once more the old horn sounding near!
The young Gods call again to all,
To listening Lif and Lifthrasir!
Gods, blow, a new Midgard espying;
Blow, young Gods, answer, eagle - flying, flying, flying!
© 2007 Michaela
Adapted from "Blow, Bugle, Blow"
by courtesy of Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809–1892).
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