I’ve made a promise have to complete

thee a loser never to compete

my soul tattered that’s how i’ll bleed

diminish all shalt rid

mundanes with fine talent make perfect stead

as i’m gone who would take the lead

night wind howling as pain licks

hollow through my core once i wear of heat

on the cliff of valhalla i oath our only creed

flipping through minds in present

not anyone can cheat