1. REBIRTH OF WAR

The rocks are covered with moss
Their disintergrating and dying slowly

They need to be lifted from the ruins (an old king's skull)
They need to be thrown into the face of christ
So they shall rest forever in history

Christ's children shall grow brittle

Gaining heat with her anger, ashes they'll become
She is impregnated with the seed of hate
Breeding minions for the rebirth of war
With the brutality of ancient battle

Their weak pathetic souls shall wither

The axe heads sleeps in sheets of rust
The only warmth is from the severed limbs
But the blood from long ago evaporated
And she needs the blood of her destroyers
So remove the axe from its comfort
And enrich her soil once again

2. A KING'S TRAVELS TO NIFELHEIM

He spoke of victory as he watched
He cried as his eyes fled from the visions
He collapsed as his kingdom fell
And he knew such fierce men shall never fail

He awoke to a hammer crushing his skull
And the minds of weaklings smeared across his land

Such a minor assualt shook their walls of flesh
Their social structure fell to the fear of the north
Their hearts weak, whinging for mercy and forgiveness

And their faith lead them to be crushed with the hammer
And thrown into Nifelheim

He lead a miserable clan of frozen christians
Further south towards the heat
The source was far as they struggled for warmth
And huddled like kittens without their god

They remained in Nifelheim rotting slowly alive
And his leadership was dissolving like his christian flesh

He spoke of loss as he watched
He cried as his eyes fell to no vision
And he collapsed limbless without his god


3. DISMAL SCARS

Children limping, lonely suffering at night
His temples flesh faces are charred

A Mother's first born, deformed and still
All beneath his heaven
He sits in a wheelchair
Scorning whilst assisted by meek souls

Such scourge he remains
Scowling at those who
Dare not worship such a fool

A pathetic complex of weak will and faith
Father of malevolence, Son of lies
The spectre and the holy farse

Nails and thorns leave such dismal scars

They shall endure their hell
And cry for the forgiveness of Men
We are the Gods with more integral purposes

Nails and thorns leave such dismal scars

Men and Woman are the creators
Odin's folk are never betrayers