The Viking Lords
The fire of life is dripping out of the joyfulthe wicked ones laugh at the chaos
that starts to consume what they perceive as mortal men
only to see man perceiver of the new age has dawned on the world
the great snake is forced by Thor’s hammer
to shut its jaws once more
and for one thousand years more it shall be concussed
so that even if it should happen to awake
it will never find the shores of midgard
man will find shelter in Valhalla
as Odin watches the destruction and cowers for his own life
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