Frigga open your arms
and hall
for the children so foully slain,
Heed this warriors heartfelt cry
and prayer for my enemies dead.
Beslan town where cowards
sought
the children of my ancient foe,
Who sought not battles honest test,
but to revel in children's blood.
To the parents I beg send
Frigga's grace
to heal what cannot be born,
To my enemies arms give Odin's strength,
and his all seeing eye to guide.
Let his ravens seek them
on every hill,
and his wolves in every hole.
Let the cowards who war on children know
no peace but an unmarked grave.
To the land that would
baptize itself
in the blood of innocent babes,
Let your skies grow black with ravens wings
ere their suffering price be paid.
Cold Hel swing wide your
iron gates
for the cowards who did such deeds,
Valhalla waits for my enemies own
who fall to collect the bill.
Author's
note: this prayer
is offered to the parents and soldiers of Russia, whom this week have
seen Chechen rebels attempt to slay nigh a thousand innocent children
in an unprecedented terrorist attack. Although I trained a number
of years to fight the Red Army, my thoughts and hopes are with the
soldiers of Russia this night, for they serve us all when they destroy
barbarians who laugh when they slaughter schoolchildren. I give my
permission for all to reprint it as they will.
