Ragnar: So have you returned to your faith and renounced ours?

Athelstan: I wish it was so simple. In the gentle fall of rain from heaven, I hear my God, but in the thunder I still hear Thor.
That is my agony

Ragnar: I hope that someday, our gods can become friends

To fight aloud, is very brave - 
But gallanter, I know
Who charge within the bosom
The Cavalry of Wo - 

Who win, and nations do not see - 
Who fall - and none observe - 
Whose dying eyes, no Country
Regards with patriot love - 

We trust, in plumed procession
For such, the Angels go -
Rank after Rank, with even feet -
And Uniforms of snow.

- Emily Dickinson

I tried to translate it but failed miserably
Try to enjoy it in English, it's worth it