Death Long-Due - Wolfhorde

The world darkens, the wings of rancor

engulfing the ground

Two heavenly bodies now gone

The mistrust ignites

From the midst of idle gods

there was heard a call

The mead-filled old man

yelled across the hall

I heard the lightning strike,

six crackling roars

The ripper of the skies

has been set free

Death Long-Due!

Dressing for an easy war

grasping his spear

of great Yggdrasil root

lusting for blood

I shall paint the ground

the curse of doom

He will find his way

the unmarked tomb

On his steed he rode

The legs like spiders

quaked the ground

Upon his shoulders

the crows, ever cunning

betrayal on their mind

Hooves struck the heathers

The old man had arrived

The wolf unfettered

with vengeance, roared

How kind of you to join me

oh father of the slain

For eternity I waited for this day

The crows turned on their master

took off the loyal disguise

The god of victory knew fear

as they plucked out his eyes

The swordmaw growled and leaped

sinking his teeth

in the throat so divine

and heavens wept

A mighty river flowed

Blood of the king

The rain of ash covered

the winter’s sting