Húskarl

I carry my axe
From field unto field,
The enemy’s shield
Breaks at my attacks.

I pierce and I slash,
Wounding and killing,
Death is fulfilling
To those who would clash.

I throw in the air
The axe of despair,
Flee to your mothers,

I throw to the gods
The axe of all odds,
Watch as death gathers.

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