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Berserks
The field before them was wet from
Blood, mud and viscera, one and the same.
And yet no fear stained their eyes nor
Face, no hint of sorrow, no grief, no
Terror, just rage.
And down came from on high, Odin's
Red wrath, Gungnir piercing the hearts
of his Trothed, Sleipnir treading the
Vistas o'er them.
And their bodies, they were wet from
Sweat, slick with blood, one and the same
With the land that they stalked; man and
Beast before their fury did fall,
No one was spared from the edge of the axe,
The edge of the seax.
And down came from on high, Odin's
Red wrath, Gungnir piercing the hearts
of his Trothed, Sleipnir treading the
Vistas o'er them.
And the One-Eyed did watch, far up from
His seat on the shelf of the slain, one and the same
With those bodies below. Not a friend nor
A foeman did escape his great gaze, as he
sent his daughters, to weave and to take.
And down came from on high, Odin's
Red wrath, Gungnir piercing the hearts
of his Trothed, Sleipnir treading the
Vistas o'er them.
And they howled and the nashed, like beasts from
The forest, for they were a kin, same
As the bear who did roar and did froth, friend nor
Foe did they save, all lain to waste, they came
As a swarm, a cloud of death and madness.
And down came from on high, Odin's
Red wrath, Gugnir piercing the hearts
of his Trothed, Slepnir treading the
Vistas o'er them.
© Freki 2005