A Prayer Of Battle

We go now to battle fiercely
In a fearsome distant land
I pray to you, o great gods
To put victory in my hand

Thor, guide my hammer
Let it swing swift and free
May it have great ease
And crush many of my enemy

Frejya, grant them death
May my efforts be strong
So that my foes will fall
And my battle be not long

Loki, lend me your trickery
That I may be unexpected
And my actions be quick
So my pyre be not erected

Hœnir, make me have reason
That I may think quickly
And my choices take effect
So tomorrow I may see

Tyr, give me great glory
May my efforts be known
And my deeds sung of
Long after my sons are grown

Odin, lead me to my victory
Give me a great and bloody fight
So that I may feel glorious
By the fall of this night