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~ Poetry by me ~
On the day that I die
On the day that I die
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On the day that I die,
cut short my finger nails,
that they may not speed the day
when Naglfar sets sails.
On the day that I die,
put shoes upon my feet,
that they safely carry me
to where I and Hel will meet.
On the day that I die,
tell tales of all my deeds;
for this is how I live on
in everyone who heeds.
On the day that I die,
pass a horn around,
make a toast and raise it high,
and lay me in the mound.
On the day that I die,
speak aloud my name;
cattle die and kinsmen die,
what never dies is fame.
On the day that I die,
sing no mournful song;
I go to Gods and Ancestors,
right where I belong.
© Lyrics, tune Michaela
Macha
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