Scythe0fDeath

Tyr, O god of war Hear my thunderous war cry I stand before this gathering storm Witness this glorious battle before you Grant me the might of thousands So that I may slay my foes without mercy May it be conquerors or invaders Bloodlust fills my savage heart Piercing cold of the northern winds Yet my blood boils with rage Under a clouded grim sky The land shall drink from the open wounds of men And if my fate is to perish Let the Valkyries descend and take me I shall enter Valhalla's gates For I do not fear the grave We shall dine and drink with the chosen slain Remembering the tales of old One day we shall ride to battle once more And aid the All-Father against the jotnar

Nation under mass hysteria Slowly turning to desperation Minds filled with paranoia Lost in the state of confusion Struck the land like a curse Conceived from malevolence Will of an unseen force Slowly crumbling our existence Nation shutting down borders Flow of time is agonizing Public state devoid of order Division will be their undoing Elixir still nothing but obscurity Souls engulfed with paralyzing dread Slowly draining our humanity Tendrils of death reaching our head