Another viking poem by me Paul: Swords aloft the gods are calling, Butcher the foe no time for stalling. Mercy shall not be shown, Odin he praised with his dying groan. Blessed be the gods of old, To drink in Valhalla you must be bold.
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Good stream Paul and congrats on the 10k subs milestone, here is a Viking poem I wrote : Intoxicated and enraged, The berserker his life for Odin waged. Axes aloft and armor tight, May your blows be deadly as well as light. Butcher the enemy he did to the last, His destiny in Valhalla for eternity is caste.
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