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_In Thor's own red Valhalla, / Which priest may not unbar; / But only Nakéd Truth and Eye, / Last arbiters of War; / Feast, by stark right of courage, / The Killers from Afar._
We put no trust in heaven, / We had no fear of hell; / But lined, and ranged, and timed to clock, / Our barrage-curtains fell, / When guns gave tongue and breech-blocks swung / And palms rammed home the shell.