Frændr

Hate destroys ; love unites
Is what we all keep true,
But when the day is through,
Each man holds to his fights.

War kills and peace brings life,
Is what we all are told,
But when Man’s grey and old,
He keeps closest his knife.

Lies betray and truth saves,
Is what we teach our kin,
But when all life is sin,
Honour strays from the graves.

“Cattle die, kinsmen die,
You yourself will die,
I know one, which never dies :
The honour of the fallen ones.”
Hávamál

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