as an indifferent rhyme-smith, I can make a sham
But gather here berserkers, the war is drawing near
As well as I can tell it, the task for us are clear
A wicked storm is coming, the wise will flee or hide
but valiant berserkers turn out to stop the tide
no time to put on armor, fight bareback if you must
Around you valiant brothers, a shield you always trust
As their ranks draw near us, our chieftain sound the CHARGE
recklessly we swarm them, most of us will buy the barge
Those of us still standing, will attack all day
yes they might defeat us, but we make them pay
On this field of battle, Hel will find no gain
Valkyries gather, to carry all the slain
To vallhall einherjinger, where you will wake anew
And Heidrun have been milked, to get you some brew.
Submitted by Sten Hugo Hiller#627184