Up into the overturned keel. Clamber, with a heart of steel. Cold is the ocean's spray. And your death is on its way.

It Gladdens me to know that Odin prepares for a feast. Soon i shall be drinking ale from curved horns. This hero that comes into Valhalla does not lament his death! I shall not enter Odin's hall with fear. There I shall wait for my sons to join me and when they do, I will bask in their tales of triumph. The Aesir will welcome me! My death comes without apology! And i welcome the valkyries to summon me home!
-Ragnar Lothbrok


I seek and believe in Chariots of Fire.