The Axe

In this axe I do put trust
Sweat shall save us from greed filled lust
With this axe I shall create life
I choose not to walk in strife
My brothers, let us not shatter shields
My brothers, let us plough the fields
This axe is all I need
My saviour from lustful greed
I shall reap the sacred tree of forest
Hewn to timber, strike filled chorus
I shall frame this divine home strong
Stone foundation, it shall stand long
With axe I shall create bow and spear
Hunt the forest of sacred game dear
I shall split the oak and build roof strong
This is the will of the Roaring Throng
With this axe I shall protect what is mine
One day, beside gods I shall dine
From me, do not seek theft
Do not approach so near death
Let us not shatter shields
Let us plough the fields
Let us not seek strife
Let us create new life
My axe shall build fire of love
Let us not seek frenzy’s flood
For my axe shall wage total war
To life comes blood soaked lore
Let us not shatter shields
Let us plough the fields
Let us measure wealth in sweat
Let us not create blood debt
Feel the pain of endless work
Peace or war, the path is forked
With this axe I shall create life
I choose not to walk in strife
My brothers, let us not shatter shields
My brothers, let us plough the fields

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I vow no blade shall touch my head
High King once swore to the Honoured Dead
Neither combed nor cut shall be my mane
I care not if you deem me sane
This vow I shall till death keep
Until one banner my brethren seek
A single sight, a single dream
This I vow, nothing is as it seems
The plait of my spirit shall grow as Oak
To our gods High King has spoke
This tireless burden I shall carry
The power to never become weary
Until my brethren have Single Eye
This I vow, in sanctity and honour to die