odins call

a blast of frosted steel
we cut into their flesh
fatal are the wounds
when our swords swing and slash

crushing bones, spilling blood
blackened sky, rising souls

we are thee who've slain them
and to kill we carry on
through battle fields and countries
blood thirst will not be filled

odins voice is calling
we sacrifice to thee
the slaughtered sons and fathers
of our enemies

marching through the red stained waste
collecting gold for free
their kingdoms wait for their return
today is shall not be

the battle now comes to an end
as do the enemy
the gods of war we must defend
raised by swords our sons shall be!

odins voice we did hear call
so one by one we made them fall


i wrote it on the bus ride to saskatoon from bc,
its a little more metal sounding than ne thing but. w.e. fuck u if u dont like it lol