Our Sagas
This is the Saga of The People of Gjallarhorn Kindred
Twit's Saga
Who are the ones
Who talerate none
And tell me what I must adore
Are they the souls
Of ancestors old
Or knowers of wisdom and lore
Are they horning folk
Of laughter and hope
Whose dignity casts off the yoke
Or mimicking birds
Who parrot the words
And make this bright path be a joke
I trust in the folk
I trust in the path
I trust in the heart of the beast
I trust in the Gods
But not in the odds
That soldiers will ever trust peace
The way of the Wyrd
Sends a man with a beard
To sit his rude self in the hall
Then silently sit
As a jabbering twit
Makes honor an insult to all
Shall I challenge the shames
On brothers' good names
And stand to the insult I feel
Or stand in the line
To quietly dine
On padlum dished up for my meal
I trust in the folk
I trust in the path
I trust in the heart of the beast
I trust in the Gods
But not in the odds
That soldiers will ever trust peace
A warriors hold
Is the will to be bold
And challeng the invaders call
I stand to the end
And I will not bend
Nor will I be taken as thrall
The way is the way
Passed down from the day
When a place on the shield wall was erned
Not given to folk
Who made it a joke
By placating all errant concerns
I trust in the folk
I trust in the path
I trust in the heart of the beast
I trust in the Gods
But not in the odds
That soldiers will ever trust peace