Sól
the sun
the sun of honor
shining among the fighters
you fight
not only to escape death
but to live
even if you are away
from harms way
you fight
even if the shield is broken
even if your sword is rusty
even if your axe is headless
even if the odds are against you
fight, fight, fight
and fight
once more, once more
until the ravens
sing for you
bargain with your axe
not with words and promises
and i assure you, friend
that the Aesir will shine Sól
the sun of honor
of victory
upon you
and your hardwork
will pay off
now flee to the ground of battle
and fight
and let the glory of Sól
be your might
the sun of Sól
is always shining on us
reminding us of honor
of glory
of work
what are we resting for?
do not listen to the barking
of mere dogs of doubt
inside your head
keep your emotions
away
and focus
for your emotions are both
your weakness
and your strength
fight with your mind
not with your heart
that is how you slay
the beast of the battle
the victory is in your hands
with the glory of Sól
engraved on your chest
chiseled on your soul
fear nothing
for the sun of honor is shining
on us
Skál.
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