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"The Heroe's Quest"
by Ron McVan
I draw my strength from an ageless spring
Through blood and long tradition -
On
mountains high in azure sky
My Gods direct my mission.
I heed the words of Wotan well
As he leads me
on my task,
And a thousand voices from an age unknown
Ring down from a mystic past.
And I long to reach
Valhalla,
And I yearn for the days of glory,
And I clutch that life of greatness -
As in legend, fame and story.
There's a swelling in my spirit -
There's a time for do or die;
I'll know it when I hear it
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It's as clear as Wotan's eye.
Life is just a schoolroom
Until our final day;
And who are
we to question
The Laws of Nature's Way?
To thyself be true, and Family, too,
For my race I pledge
my all;
And when life's toil has run me hard
I'll still be standing tall.
It's the mystery
of the blood, they say,
The spirit of our kind -
That binds us in this mortal clay
And charts the course through
time.
Many fight for freedom,
Though never are they free;
But I fight to make my people proud -
The
best that I can be.
A striving to the higher self -
The best that I can be.
And I long to reach Valhalla,
And I yearn for the days of glory,
And I clutch that life of greatness -
As in legend, fame and story.
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