Betrayal

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We stare across the open field at each other,
Battle is in the air,
One of us is going to Valhalla today.

We charge across the field with spears,
plunging it into the hearts of our kin,
it is too late to ask questions now.

In the midst of battle, I hear your screams
I am anxious to face you, my brother, my blood.


Two brothers meet, on the field of blood, our eyes are full of hate,
Sworn by oath to our earls, death is in our fate.

amon amarthnorse godsOdinVikings

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