‘When It Was Time, It Was Done!’

Odin said to his favorite Úlfhéðnar-
A people are being born in a land afar-

From the normal paths of the European woman and man-
A people who have prayed for a last chance to make a stand-

They go to a land wild with forrest and plains-
Which is kissed by the seasonal rains-

They are a primitive people who must have a chance to grow or fail-
And they can not do so in the European societies jail-

They come from all walks of life, they beg for a chance-
For a good life, good families, heavily lands and personal romance-

I assign you their savior, protector, teacher, messenger and judge at the last-
When they have gone from Godly to evil, when their desire for good is past-

So the Úlfhéðnar interceded for them, he fought their wars-
Life after life he willingly received and bore the scars-

Of his servitude to their attempt to become human beings-
His job among others included in seeing-

If they remained on Nature’s righteous path to the end-
If not it is his job the message to release the horsemen to send-

He came back time after time to try to get them back on the road-
To enlightenment of soul and in goodness to others mode-

They cursed him, called him mad, murdered him twice, this Viking Lad-
Until even Odin and his ancestors in Valhalla were sad-

They murdered him , deserted him. in more than one life-
Continued in their evil, deeply drinking of the cup of unjustified war and strife-

In the end, when he was convinced they would not repent-
When all their evil to the books of balance had been sent-

He sadly made the long fought and delayed call-
To loose the Horsemen of Hel so they could have a ball-

When it was time it was done-
Sadly at the magnitude the evil of this peoples run-

They pissed away their chance to grow spiritually in their soul-
Their god became child rape, invasive wars and gold-

Now tis time for the favorite Úlfhéðnar of Odin to move on-
He has no time for Americans who sold their birthright for a quick dance and a fleeting song-

Another people somewhere are praying for a chance to grow-
That’s where the Úlfhéðnar now must go.

the Ole Dog!