Beslan Prayer

Frigga open your arms and hall
    for the children so foully slain,
Heed this warriors heartfelt cry
and prayer for my enemies dead.

Beslan town where cowards sought
    the children of my ancient foe,
Who sought not battles honest test,
    but to revel in children's blood.

To the parents I beg send Frigga's grace
    to heal what cannot be born,
To my enemies arms give Odin's strength,
    and his all seeing eye to guide.

Let his ravens seek them on every hill,
    and his wolves in every hole.
Let the cowards who war on children know
    no peace but an unmarked grave.

To the land that would baptize itself
    in the blood of innocent babes,
Let your skies grow black with ravens wings
    ere their suffering price be paid.

Cold Hel swing wide your iron gates
    for the cowards who did such deeds,
Valhalla waits for my enemies own
    who fall to collect the bill.

By John Mainer

Author's note: this prayer is offered to the parents and soldiers of Russia, whom this week have seen Chechen rebels attempt to slay nigh a thousand innocent children in an unprecedented terrorist attack. Although I trained a number of years to fight the Red Army, my thoughts and hopes are with the soldiers of Russia this night, for they serve us all when they destroy barbarians who laugh when they slaughter schoolchildren