How am I to show a girl my strength? How can my worth be proven? Is it enough to go to any length? Or must a greater life be woven?
My father and the All-Father are easily appeased But the heart of a girl is much more daunting With a glance and a beckon I’m easily teased Her ethereal smile eternally haunting
A pout on her lips when I tell her I go A downcast gaze as I don my sword I hope one day she can come to know That my life and my love are with my word
I fight for Valhalla, I hope for my death She tells me she wishes for better Doesn’t she see that to my last breath All of it was for her?