Ragnarokr

The air is stained with smells of ash. an orange glow is reflected off my shield
The scene of now is forged of mince and blood stained blade
The visions solace struck dead by hammers
This land has fallen from it’s height and lost the stakes
The sword is now unworthy of my once great scabbard
My pity for these men attack my gut like darts

No matter what the great cause was my mind still darts
The cries of death and pain I cannot break by shield
I claw the ground and then retrieve a dead man’s fallen scabbard
The pain of this whole tragedy is worse than any blade
The loss of life on this great earth attacks us all like stakes
All pounded war hammers

Our hands are weakened, beaten by hammers
And yet the gods still attack us with darts
Just as we’re cows (soon to be stakes)
If so the gods are vile and they must be stopped by shields
Or shall we strike at them with these fell blades
The gods will rue the day they gave us a scabbard

Not even Thor will take our now fell scabbard
Instead he will just lose his once great hammer
And we will not be stopped my Odin’s blade
For instead he will fall by his own darts
Freya has now given us Baldr’s shield
And now the gods know Asgard is at stake

The gods will fall by our hands with our stakes
The last that they will see are now scabbards
Our rage even the gods themselves can’t shield
Asgard will fall by it’s once faithful hammer
Our fists shall pound upon the gates like darts
Our words shall fall on them like mighty blades

Alfar will fall upon our blade
And Heimdallr shall bow to our fell hammer
This loss will strike great Odin like a dart
Ragnarok shall start by our fell scabbard
And the gods will fall by our fell hammer
Yet alas Frey will not have our great shield

Midgard will be forged by our shield and blade
Our hammer will kill Niddhoggr and use him as our stake
Our scabbards will fall into the ground like darts