Got bored and had little else to do, so I finished this kenning I started. The best ever? No. But I'm pretty happy with it.
The war paint of wolves stains the womb of hungry men's desire
When the walls of the iron tooth's lever are split
and the perches of great chiefs' golden rings are shattered.
The iron skin of our sword-gods reflects the sky-hearth
and our shield-eaters drink the life-wine of our enemies
while the banner of Fenrir’s children looms over the eagle-feast.
Thor-wife’s locks are gathered by the destroyers of crows’ hunger
and Loki’s gift is given to the homes of Hel’s minions.
As the candle of Ymir’s skull sinks below the horizon
our sword-carriers drink the blood of Kvasir
and feast on the fire-kissed flesh of Saehrimnir’s kin.
Glory to the denizens of Asgard!
Glory to the ring-givers!
Glory to the battle-wolves!