🔵 By Thomas Riffenburg. Photo by lauragrafie.
We laugh,
we drink,
around the fire we toast to the God’s as we tell their tales,
we tell our own stories of victory and honor,
boasting as men do,
as kin do,
we sing as one our songs of glory, respect for the Gods,
we big farewell to one another as the fire dies,
wishing good fate and honor till we meet again,
then like smoke they blow away,
on front of the dying fire I now sit alone,
until Valhall when we meet again,
my ancestors of old.