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Jom Viking
Brother of Ayresta


Enter bliss

I give to the gods the life
they gave me,
In valhalla the table is set
a place prepared for the
warrier departed

Nine worlds merged to one
yet still remain separate,
made and forged by Odins
great hand

I stand watching, gazing
over the battlefield in which i must fight,
to take up the sword and carry my shield high
as Thor as my guide the battle rages on
never will i sway nor will i fall

I give to the old ones in blood
the life they once gave
to enter the great hall,
to feast with the kings.


Never lost

Lightning strikes bringing forth the rains
to smoother the flames which took the witch,
she stood so proud,as the people raged in hate and fear
she stood so calm as the fire sang her name

from a distance the sight he does gaze
in curiosity and calm disgust
around his neck Thor does rest
upon his shield the sun does blaze

the circle will bring back that which it takes
to give to life what Hell can not contain
back from the ninth world in another form
born from the great mother life is reborn

in solemn pride he grasps his pendent.
that beautiful creature given to life
then to death to give back to life
such is the way all things must pass
till the day he knows he shall, glimpse again that beautiful witch.