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The Modern Vikings
They call us wanderers
they call us hateful,
those who do not go
those who are afraid.
They call us vicious
they call us gold- seekers,
those who are weak
those who are scared.
We are ambitious
we seek glory,
we want to see
all we can.
Pain will not
keep us from going,
fear is outweighed
honor drives us on.
We go out
lands far away,
troubled places
only brave men dare.
Our courage is
rewarded indeed,
the blood we spill
turns to fire on our arms.
Heroes from the past
nameless men,
look at us
smile with pride.
We know they see
the shield-trees of before,
our deeds and pride
we'll join them soon.
Tomorrow
few will be known,
remembered by none
buried by time.
Tomorrow
there will be more,
men that will go
so far from home.
Tomorrow
will bring us home,
from far-away lands,
where monsters did roam.
Tomorrow
will take the pain,
we will ascend
the hall of the slain.
The shield-roofed hall
mighty it stands,
only is it half
the glory we receive.
Nameless recognition
for deeds once done,
make young boys men
the path we choose.
They call us wanderers
they call us hateful,
those who do not go
those who are afraid.
They call us vicious
they call us gold- seekers,
those who are weak
those who are scared.
We are the trees
holding swords high,
planting the seeds
future times to come.
Seeds of glory
of adventure,
the seeds of men
vikings true to name.
© Blennerhassette
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