Blight - Skaldekonst ( poetry )



I run over a frozen hill, trusting nothing but my own skill. All around me death I see.
Red blood mixed with icy snow, everything around me moving all too slow. Take a deep breath and push on, you know you must remain strong.
Revenge is all that fills your mind, you rush on as if you were blind, and there downhill of a fearsome keep, stands the ones that you seek.
Howling out a cry of war, knowing this is all.
Lunge out against your enemies, fight goes on forever it seems, untill you redeem.
Knowing life is leaving you, you let out yet a cry against the sky
- Victory or valhalla!

/ Kettil Einherjer

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