save a seat in Valhalla

I carry neither sword nor gun
and my calling leaves me
little use for one

But generation upon generation
of Norsemen swim in my veins,
and war-like and fatal
is the slant of my brain

I tried to be
what I was not,
a man of peace, and love...
and culture and thought

And in doing so,
I quite my real self forgot,
my "religion" lost,
my "soul" the cost

!!But I remember now!! :
I am "an antique Dane"
and not a Roman Christian,
Odin's and not
Durant or Voltaire's son

I don't know how I forgot,
and became this man
I'm simply not

But, thank Thor,
it's not too late ,
for a warrior's brave
and fatal fate:
come it soon
or come it late

Please,
save a seat for me
in Valhalla