Odin

A crown of corpses,
Sits proudly upon your head.
Mound-Lord,
Cruel father,
Killer!
Emperor of dread.

Hanger, Dangler.
Test our mettle!
Make us mighty enough to haft your spears.
Cast away all brittle promises.
Make them iron or slag.
A heavy shield,
to carry upon our bent backs.

Your fear is blessed.
Shaman of frenzy.
Leaping with fervour upon your own spear.
War caster.
Seid master.
Dread exalted lord of the wild hunt.

Warden of the mad,
Patron of the hanged,
Only the fearless and tortured,
Dare to walk in your wake.

In your stead,
a sea of corpses.
Beloved you are to raven and crow.
They dine well at your table
Their foul bellies full with our glorious dead
Your halls filled with our most fearsome.
Weary from their sacrifice.

Behold and Hail! Exalted lord of horrors!