My name is not important 'though I think you might have heard
I taste the beer of mortals and I drink with them indoors
The pacts and talk of men who drink beneath the Heron's gaze
Feed me with their maegen and their otherworldly glaze
And men say 'Hey you, give me some more mead!'
And bang the tables in the Drinking Hall.
Ale is drunk in joyous songs the Sons of Woden meet
At tables they sit spinning, quaffing ale and meat
Tales of metal, rock and stone, of times of then and now
They realise their journeys have led to common paths
Hael the Sons of Woden
and Daughers of Freo Friche
we understand the needs
of the common folk!!