For the old gods (test)

To the old gods and Odin, walk this path with me,

Ravens circling high above the Yggdrasil tree.

The Nine Realms echo softly, whispering our names,

Valhalla glows before us, lit by eternal flames.

Through wind and fire, our spirits never break—

For honor’s call is louder than the pain we take.

For the old gods and Odin, we rise and roar,

With steel in our hearts and our feet on the fjord.

Let the ravens guide us where the brave restore—

For the old gods and Odin, our spirits soar.

Sword and shield held steady, bloodied axe in hand,

A berserker’s oath sworn across this Nordic land.

Bear-skin armor tight, our faith unshakeably bold,

Curved horns raised high, with sagas to be told.

Hear the drums thunder—feel the ancient beat,

Every victory echoes where the gods and mortals meet.

For the old gods and Odin, we rise and roar,

With steel in our hearts and our feet on the fjord.

Let the ravens guide us where the brave restore—

For the old gods and Odin, our spirits soar.

Ears open wide to battles long since passed,

Tongues forged in fire so our new stories last.

Until Ragnarok calls us to the final feast,

Old warriors greet the young—from the west to the east.

With the gods we stand fearless as fate draws near,

Grizzled courage burning where the moon rides clear.

Strength and honor rising in the battle’s roar—

For the old gods and Odin, our spirits soar.

**For the old gods and Odin… our spirits soar.**