Power is my name 

Strength is my Virtue

Thunder is my sound

Lightning is my force

And my hammer is my friend

I have ridden on the storm clouds

Sailors curse my coming

Farmers welcome me with mead

Soldiers mimic me in there battle cries

The gods know me before I come

I require no temple shrines or public worship

Men revel in my presence

By being with each other

I am the Odin Son

I am battler

The Red-haired

The father of the Valkyrie

The husband of Sif

Baldr, Víðarr and Váli brothers four we are

I ride the goat drawn chariot

I eat the goats when hungry

I raise them up to leave

Iron gloved

Leather belt

Staff of reckoning

I fight battles without end

The battles that span across the world 

The Snake that has an ever tightening grip

Is the foe that I must conquer

For when it is vanquished 

Ragnrock will come 

The end will be upon us 

And Valhallah will be mine