Off in the distance a small child is crying,
Held in the arms of a mother who' s dying.
She tells her son that he must not be afraid,
That the pain of her passing one day will fade.
His berserker father fought the Christian invaders so well,
Sent so many of their great warriors straight to their Hell !
There were too many, and he would not retreat,
Now he lies dead at his mourning son's feet.
The boy takes the sword from his father's dead hand,
In tears swears to his father to defend his Pagan land.
He raises the sword high, and cries out to Mighty Thor,
I will allow these damned Christians to kill us no more !
Against long odds he fought in many a war,
Became part of their history, mentioned in lore.
He died as he lived, his father' s sword held high,
Killed in battle, for the Gods he would not deny !
- Glenn Bergen, Copyright, 2012.