Servant of the Shield Wall

My life shall make you strong
My fate, will it be long?
Upon my hand you shall stand
Oak of the Field, King of the Land
My hand shall deliver you power
From oath I shall never cower
My hand shall bring you strength
Walk upon blades of any length
I shall be the first to fall
Quickly now brethren, stride ever tall
I shall be the first to feel
From death, can we steal?
I care not why you will kill
Nor why in fire you shall fall ever still
When will you feel shield’s final weight?
What choice did you lose this date?
What oath has been lost?
What vow has been tossed?
What path did you choose?
What honour did you lose?
When hang you shall from sacred oak
Weight of the shield, the final yoke

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The Shaman’s Flame

When lone is the moon of night
When high is the sun of light
In fate place a single trust
Cycles rotate, cycles thrust
Feel the heart and pulse of land
Bedrock breath on which you stand
Does there exist an edge?
Has the shadow ever bled?
In seed is divine oak near
In oak is sun, he glares not here
Sight of brother’s riddled eyes
A heart burns far, on earth we lie
Breath cast far and draws all near
Fire tongue, can one burn fear?
Flame to roar a beacon bright
A single breath, all suns this night
Every breath to ever be
Here and now, this lone decree
Fly from cage of death’s grip
Upon true throne no breath sits
Realms to wander far and wide
This subtle stream the heart does guide
When moon is whole and flowers bleed
The wolf bane burns, destroy thy greed
When night is dark, no flame does spark
The nectar pours, banish the dark
Freedom of spirit’s unbound roar
On silver wings the stars do soar
The Shaman’s flame this night burns bright
The center, the edge, beyond and in sight
When all form fades away
Know the truth of nature’s sway
In blood return to earth’s fate
In strength you must wield this date
Know the wisest council far
Know when to draw the sword in war
Know when bright arrows soar
Know when to walk through new door
A stagnant heart, a ship not at sail
The Universe shall weep and wail
When growth does not seek the seed
The stars in silence ever bleed
Fly, fly true, fire bright
The cycle shall be thy sight
The cycle turns, return you must
For in you the spirits do put trust
Of stars under ancient sight
Of flames that burn in the night
Return, return to world of fate
Wield you must each every date
The cycle turns, return you must
For in you the spirits do put trust
Of stars under ancient sight
Of flames that burn in the night