Oh spirits of the old gods awaken and hear my plea.
Grant me strength of mine arm and courage in the face of death as battle draws nigh.
Let mine enemies know the fear of my coming and no quarter from my wrath.
Oh Wodan, grant me knowledge and blood lust that I may smite down all who oppose me.
Let no troll steal the fruit of my seed and let no behemoth ravage and plunder my hoard or my kin.
Let all that I’ve sown with the sweat of my brow flourish and grow and bear fruit and seed to nourish mine own that I love.
Keep me strong and warm in the face of the hoar and keep the stinging sleet and north wind at my back.
And in the fire of war make me as iron to temper. Let me know no fear and should death find me let it be with sword in hand and a curse on my lips.
Let me fight and take grog in Valhalla for all eternity, oh great gods of my fathers. This I do beseech thee.
Oh…and could you please get me that really cool sparkle blue bike with the banana seat and the handlebar tassles ?