Our Sagas
This is the Saga of The People of Gjallarhorn Kindred
The Journey
Lets go back in time my freind,
When life was not so clear:
A man's entire livelihood,
Balanced on the year.
The harvest that he reaped in fall,
Was stored for winters food:
Men were strong, women too,
Their lives were harsh and crude.
The gods these North-Folk worshiped,
Are a brave and noble breed:
Although they may have had some faults,
Each one filled a need.
A modle for the folk this set,
And on it they relied:
On clan and kin they did depend,
Together they all thrived...
Lets go back in time my friend,
When life was not so kind:
You need not go to far from home,
And enemies you would find.
Most men were fierce in battle,
And true to a good friend:
Bit if you were an untrue man,
You'd meet a cowards end.
Conflict was a fact of life,
From this they did not hide:
Instead they lived life to the full,
Until the day they died.
The way, is not the way you think,
Of dress and party games:
For us it is a way of life,
And true we shall remain...
Lets go back in time my friend,
To yesterday and see:
What have you done for Asatruar,
Without a selfish plea?
the answer should be easy,
If Asatru you defend:
But if its not, than you have got,
A long journey left, my friend...