Thor

The skies open up
And a hammer swings

A star is born
on a Valkyrie's wing

Clouds that clash
And on high,
Helga sings

Aloft a fjord an echoing
cry collide with granite

Rising,
Like these soaring eagles

And as battlements of green
Fill

With Odin's tears

And lightning then strikes
The ground like spears

And once the final berserker
succumbs to slaughter by fears

Would you believe in Valhala
if death was near?

Eric the Red heads west
on this forborne vessel

As the edge of the worlds manifest
into new lands and cultures that

Trade and wrestle

And such terrible paths are laid in wait
For ill fated travellers that dare go

Because Olga had a vision of ice caps
laid to waste long ago

And Loki the jester
pulled the mask of his face

Because every viking knows
what hour Thor doth
Wake

When the longboat burn

And the Fenrit Wolf and Norsk troll
doth die

And this Fly Agaric the Celts consume before
Battle
Sirens a Guttural
Cry

We are lead us all to the altar
By these Druids

And our blood stains the soils of Albion
and we become nothing
More than
Sacrificial
Cattle

Covering the dead in lime and saccharine
After the
Bloody Battle