Drums of Valhalla

Hide the doubt behind the shield wall. Bury names you love in sound.

When the drums begin their speaking, there is no man left unbound. Leather tight and

teeth are gritted. Eyes go dark, the breath goes slow. Every strike upon

the hide-skin pulls us where we need to go. Feel it

in the bone , in the blood, in the ground. Hear the drums

of Valhalla. Calling warriors awake. Every beat says die standing. Every beat says

don't break. Hear the drums of Valhalla. Let them hammer out the fear.

When they sound we are ready. When they stop, none are here. Our painted faces