The son of Odin the Godfather
And Jord the Earthmother
Was an unruly child
Furious and wild
Too strong to be tamed
And yet too young to be sane

Oh my son spoke Odin until you grow of age
To control your temper and your rage
You must live with the keepers of the lightning
Who are used to power so frightening

Oh father look at me what I've become
My feet are lightning I am your son
My voice thunder under brooding skies
My hammer cracks skulls as giants die

Oh Odin it's been long but I've come home
My feet never touch Bifrost for I tread too strong
I've come to claim my seat now in Gladsheim
Bilskirnir shall be my palace the home of mine

Mj