Berserk mind set

It is in our history that we had death cults that encouraged our young to die in battle so they could serve divine power.  Our Norse and northern European ancestors generally had these cults long in the past.  The cult of the berserkers we do know about as their enemies wrote about them!

This is an extract from tales about the Battle of Edington in the Spring of 878.

The Mortal Wound at Edington

The Berserks dance then they advance
They knew that they would win
But where so much is down to chance
This pride would prove a sin

His foot stood on that foeman’s shield
The boy was down and done
Was confident that all would yield
But that downed boy had won

Beneath great feet you should be beat
When you are trodden on
But Fate can be a fickle cheat
Too soon you’re dead and gone

Through brave advance to sad mischance
All learning turned to dust
For then by some sad circumstance
Was felled by one sword thrust

The fire of pain raged through his brain
He knew that he was done
As down his legs there spread that stain
Yes, this felled foe had won!

After Edington

In confidence some naïve men
May not give foes their due
And all that follows on from then
Results from what they do…

A great Ash tree fell to the ground
That crash resounded so
With Valkyries there all around
They saw the fatal blow

The radiating agony
Those Valkyries then felt
A Bard who sang his elegy
Could make all cold hearts melt

So confident so young and bold
That breaker of great shields
So loved by gods he’d not grow old
One sword thrust and he yields

Flow the other way

The currents flowed so long
And they have flowed one way
The weak had now grown strong
Now they would have their way

Some confidence had gone
The bold now felt some doubt
The wrathful were now wan
Events had turned about

The long years of success are past
And much has turned awry
They knew the good times could not last
And each vain hope must die

A single sword thrust can change things
And alter great events
Lead to the rise and fall of kings
And to such sad laments

The sword between the legs
The manhood torn apart
Dragged down to the dregs
The dying process starts

The dying

That filthy wound gave monstrous pain
It held him on the ground
It oozed a great big spreading stain
Brave Haldane made no sound

He’d felled a foe who’d cut him down
Whilst there beneath his feet
That Gewissae showed such great renown
His counter thrust so neat

There’s irony here in his death
Where he died in this war
It stayed with him past his last breath
Perhaps forever more

The Wolf had taken Tyr’s right hand
Left their war god bereft
Yet he fought well on sea and land
And killed foes with his left

A Gewissae “Tyr” had cut him down
Left hand had thrust that blade
Despite the pain he lost his frown
His hero’s dues were paid

To die as if by Try’s own hand
A portent there maybe
All must be as the Norns had planned
This was his destiny

And now that Gewissae lay by him
Companions in Death
His spirit soared he was not grim
He yearned for his last breath

That young Gewissae he seemed to dream
And muttered in his sleep
The Norns they wove each dreadful scheme
But men were not their sheep

The Gewissae mumbled Mary’s name
He wondered, “Who was she?”
He did not rage he did not blame
He waited to be free

He hoped the Valkyries might come
Choose him for Odhinn’s hall
Through that long night his legs went numb
But saw no sights at all

He’d trained so hard to fight this foe
Who’d swept Gudrum aside
There was so much he did not know
Yet now he felt great pride

He’d done what he’d been asked to do
He’d do it all again
The dawn’s sweet glimmer came in view
He lay there racked in pain

His pain he’d earned and death is sweet
When men die – sword in hand
The Valkyries he had to greet
Here on the foeman’s land

Haldane Blood Hammer drew his sword
And prayed to Mother Fri
“Please let the gods speak just one word
Before I fade and die”

His groin oozed filth upon the earth
Sad Fri she wept a tear
She knew all things do have their worth
She said, “My child, I’m here”

Haldane through pain sought to explain
Fri said, “Peace child, I know”
There on that plain he’d not complain
Inside he felt aglow

Haldane reached out his arm at last
His sword he held up high
“Odhinn I see my life ebbs fast
And I know how to die”

Haldane then died but none there cried
One Gewissae felt some loss
As sunrise cast a shadow wide
That sword seemed like the Cross

A Valkyrie embraced him there
And led him to her steed
‘Til Ragnarök he’d know no care
Nor lack a single need

For Odhinn needed those like him
Brave souls who knew no fear
To face a future stark and Grim
As Odhinn’s death drew near

From: “Tale of a Half Dane” 2005

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