Ancient spirits rise from the earth
from the trees
from the air, they call my name
Is it time?
not yet
not yet,
first, you have to lose an eye
let the Raven carve my name in your wounded heart
let Freya kiss your cold lips
let your ship burn for me
let your shield become ashes
release your bloody ax to the eternal universe,
forgive your enemies
let the Thunder sing your song
and let the rain cry your tears...
Let your name die
let your story be forgotten
and only then...
Valhalla and AEsir will welcome you
with arms wide open...
