Odinandfrey

A Warrior Rises

The harbringer of death let out a mighty roar,
Rushing to battle like a raging boar,
His sword now turned red,
Slicing through enemies like bread,
The cries of the lost ring out,
The saxons fleeing like trout,
His shield broken and helmet dented,
The warrior of Odin never relented,
His blade hit swift and true,
There was nothing thier god could do,
The rain poured down on the dead,
The mighty one took the kings head,
He looked at the sky,
Watched the lightning go by,
The warrior of warriors came home again,
To the glory of his den,
Which spread wide and far for all to know,
With the King of Swines head to show,
Nailed to the top of his hall.