Gold, the cloak of victory,
Imbued with the stench of my cowardice,
Whilst I'm astride a warrior,
Speaks of blood lost to battle.
A sinner in heaven,
A saint in hell.
Still,
I ride with the spirits in the wind,
Hooves beating water,
Seeking just a taste,
Of Valhalla.
Noose snug,
Right at home,
Breaking skin,
Like the cracks that reveal the hell in heaven.
I walk the path of the ******.
Welcome darkness,
Eyes seeing in the blinding madness,
As I lead a journey,
To find heaven in hells eyes,
I walk the path of the saved.
I taste the death,
Before it reaches the ones I slay,
Intoxicating decadence,
Trailing a madness in its wake.
Dawn of Armageddon,
The final in truth,
Red becomes the seas,
As land is fertile of flesh.
I have picked my poison,
In heaven and in hell,
For angels danced to my battle cries,
As I bathed in the blood of the slain.
I am burned,
I am reborn,
Absolved of the mayhem mortality begets.
I ride with my brothers in wind,
Warriors of the north,
Finding home,
In Valhalla.