Filk Hymns

I grew up on Weird Al Yankovic. I have all of his albums, and I can sing most of his songs. Possessing some small poetic talent, myself, it's thus somewhat natural that I filk old favorite hymns and songs, turning them into little heathen ditties for little heathens. For those that don't know what filking is, basically it is to folk music and hymns what Weird Al is to popular culture... you take a song that others presumably know, and change the words around in order to convey a completely different meaning. I've done this for several songs, but I'm only posting the cleaner ones here... my Battle Hymn of the Non-Christian is borderline obscene, and at the very least vulgar, so I keep it off the web (save to send it to people I know will appreciate it). On to the filks!

Odin Chose Me
(to the tune of "Jesus Loves Me")

Odin chose me, this I know
For a valkyrie told me so
Half the slain to him belong
The rest to Freya's hall are gone

Yes, Odin chose me.
Yes, Odin chose me!
Yes, Odin Chose me!
A valkyrie told me so!

We Black-Wings
(to the tune of "We Three Kings")

We black-wings Odin's ravens are
Over Midgard we travel so far
Hugin, Munin, Thought and Memory
Odin's Ravens are

(Chorus)
Ooooh-ooooh
God of Northmen, of Insight
With your One-Eye shining bright
Aesir leading, in war preceding
With your pets to left and right

Eight-hoofed Slepneir travels so far
Son of Loki, your white coat will not mar
Mount of Odin over Midgard
With him you Wander'r are

(Chorus)

Freki, Geri wolves of the hall
>From Odin's table, scraps do fall
Greed and Glutton, never sated
Odin takes wine, is all

(Chorus * 2)

The Heathen Airborne
(To the tune of "The Green Berets")

Fighting Vikings from the sky
Asa men with Valkryies ride
Men of honor, of hist'ry shorn
These are men, of the Heathen Airborne

Mead horns strapped across their chests
These are men, the Aesir's best
One thousand years since they roamed the seas
Now they jump in our fair breeze

Trained in runelore and brewing
Trained in combat and woman screwing
Men who fight, with trophies worn
Those brave men, of the Heathen Airborne

Mead horns strapped across their chests
These are men, the Aesir's best
One thousand years since they roamed the seas
Now they jump in our fair breeze

To Valhalla, the Valkyries ride
A Heathen man, in battle's died
He has died in battle far
Now he serves as Einherjar!

Strap a mead horn on your chest
By the Aesir do your best
One thousand years since we roamed the seas
To Asgard now, we've found the keys!

Onward, Odin's Soldiers
(to the tune of "Onward Christian Soldiers")

Onward Odin's soldiers
Onward to the feast!
Onward to the mead hall
though you were deceased
Pick up your helmet
reattach your leg
for tonight we dine in Valhol
Where no man has to beg!