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An army of immortals, onward they march, one by one
Chanting their ranting cheers,
At the sound of their approach, hearts of feeble enemies drum.
Beating their swords onto their shields;
Hordes of beasts in great number they come,
Having pledged to return victorious, or perish on the battlefield.
Oh the taciturn vicinity shall soon turn into a
The pulsation of the ground under their feet
Amplifying from afar a vociferous sound,
The horses galloping and the footmen stomping such a rhythmic beat!
Hearts of the immortals free from remorse, for this is one battle; one to
The raven banners appear, amidst the fog, from the northern mountain’s peak.
Death is upon the enemy; ravens lurking not so
Abruptly the Scandinavian troops halt uniformly awaiting a single war cry,
“Odin här kommer vi!” hollers the chieftain, thence the Vikings unloose
Thirst-battered and marching to quench their thirst from the blood that shall
:”Odin here we come!”
© Bashir Sarieddine
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