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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