Natalie Cole

Icelandic dominion

Reigning during a casually brutal age

Exalting bloodlust

We pillage with near impunity

Free from all moral qualms

We celebrate ferocity

Pleasing our gods

The weak are sacrificed

In sacred groves

Grant us strength!



One thing that never dies

The glory of the great deed

The dead souls soar to the afterlife

Through the smoke of burning boats

Drinking to only the brave

Who rode and sailed along side

Believing our world and all that existed within

Should end in flame



And our dead heroes and warriors

Were all swept to Asgard

Were swept away to Asgard

For an eternity of feasting and brawling