Brethren’s March and Homecoming
by Dan J. Kuisma
Oh, brethren of mine
Raise yer drinking-horns high
‘Tis time to drink mead
And strengthen yer hearts
Oh, brethren of mine
Raise yer swords high
Dark clouds of foul ravens
Await in sinister skies
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Oh, sole brother of mine
Sheath thy bloodstained steel
The misty winterstorm is now passing
The song of the ravens fading
Oh, sole brother of mine
Raise thy drinking-horn high
‘Tis time to drink mead in silence
Honour our brethren gone
Copyright © 2005 Dan J. Kuisma
Note – This poem was originally published on the old Winterwind Productions site in February, 2005, prior to our switch to WordPress in 2020.
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