Rǫgnir Valtamr

Odín, lord of spear and blade,
Where battles roar, your will is made.
The clang of steel, the warrior's cry,
Echo beneath your shadowed sky.

Blood was spilt upon your throne,
A price for wisdom, carved in stone.
Teach me strength, unyielding, grim,
To face the storm, to never dim.

Through fire and ash, through death’s embrace,
I seek your hand, your boundless grace.
Guide my strike, both swift and true,
Allfather, I bleed my faith to you.