How Norsemen Die .

Of the thousand dead ,
only few stand at the gates of Asgard ,
with Odin's Valkyrie ,
welcoming them with loving smiles ,
and warm embraces .

And of the others ?
Spiralling painfully down lighted tunnells ,
thier dead flesh curling up like burning paper ,
on flares and fires of screaming magma ,
a screaming heart wrenching chorus plays here ,
waiting to be heard by others who reach here ,
a fire that is immovable ,
yet scream like banshees with the voices of dead men ,
men which defied thier intentions now ,
and honoured thier intentions before .

And of Vahalla ,
those which died deaths sacrificing others ,
dine with gluttony ,
then kill each other with sadistic glee ,
seeming in the image of Gods and Heroes ,
but merely a heavenly repetition for demons and devils .

And the ashes pile in Nifhilm ,
of dead men who were the divine ,
who wasted thier lives for those pride , lust , greed ,
glutton , wrath , envy and sloth .
Endured the heaven that was Nifhilm ,
burnt alive in raging infernos ,
consumed by screaming flames .

And the screaming goes on ,
each piece of the ash lives on inside us ,
ready to rip out and tear our vessells into pieces ,
then throw our souls to Nifhilms hell hole ,
rekindling the stangnant , screaming fires of the Norse .

Forcing us to wait ,
until the next retribution ,
only then we can be free again .