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I fight with anger and glory and might

Tonight I fight to avenge my family and honor and right

I slay the filthy honorless dogs away

Taking the night

As shelter

Using the cold

As a shield

The coming blizzard

I’ll use it as my army

As the winds pick up

I say my lust filled words

“Odin, I’ll come to you soon

I’ll sit in your golden hall

But in this life, please grant me

My final dying wish...”

“To slay these bastards

To give their bodies to the wolves

And if you don’t…

Then to Hel with you!”

The winds are blowing with might

The cold is intense

My heart pumps pure anger

The snow falls as a thick sheet veiling my presence

A mask of coldness

A bitter warrior awaits his strike

My epic sword drawn

Unused in years

Forged by Silt

Made by the Gods’ tears

Blood in the hallways

Limbs cover the floors

I trudge to the throne room

I can’t believe my eyes

It is my best friend

Atop a throne of lies

Underneath a crown of deceit

The Tyrant King of Maggots