The Lord is not my shepherd, for I am not a sheep.
I have no need of green pastures,
I raid along quiet waters,
Battle refreshes my soul.
Fate guides me along the right paths.
Even though I walk
through the darkest valley,
I will fear no evil, for Valhöll awaits
My axe, my sword and my shield, they comfort me.
I prepare a feast in the presence of my enemies.
My horn overflows.
Surely my luck and prowess will abide with me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the hall of Óðinn until Ragnarök.
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