In wrath I seek my foe, he stand before me lo.
I strike and he taketh my life, I stand then I fall.
I fall to sleep and forsaketh the life,
I fail and land list of limb.
I am carried, I tarry, I feel my blood runneth.
I am whole, though not of the world.

The words of Odins wings, speak of odious things.
I am stuck in betwixt spaces, I need to earn my place.
Odins word, from a bird, says I need to seek, enemies so I may peak.
Forsaken they may be, strong of might and keen of eye.
I am clad in furs poor, I must seek power more.

The circle thus is shown, a power thus I must gleam.
It would seem I am not worthy yet, fall these foes I must do.
Shirt in leather, and armed with a fire, the enemies seen dire.
I must seek the world, reap its riches and thus tame its enemies.
I will be dominant, I will take its bounty, I will be strong,
I will take my destiny and take my right.

Valheim it is called, but now I love this place, I find peace here.
I will take what I must, but this world is my tryst, I will abide now.
Abide I will, will the task is done, I will be not forsaken.
I stand my halls anew, and I await enemies that will be brought.

I stand in my hall, Odins task still awaits, I abate.
My hall is done, all is as ordained, the world is tamed.
I await my lords will, till the forsaken arise, I will await.
Done and dusted, my sword is not rusted, I will wait till Valhalla is my fate.