372. By The Light Of The Pyre
If we are all to perish in the fire's flickering light,
I will refuse to go quietly into death's dark night,
When comes the tragic end, the Gods' twilight,
I will pick up my weapon, and take up the fight.
When Surtr paints our blue skies red with his fire,
And when far below the situation seems most dire,
I will defend my folk by the light of the raging pyre,
And the minions of evil shall feel the weight of my ire.
From my responsibility to defend I shall never turn,
And those who dare threaten our lands will soon learn,
That I will fight to the end, even as my skin begins to burn,
And in the eyes of the Young Gods their blessing I will earn.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2016.
I will refuse to go quietly into death's dark night,
When comes the tragic end, the Gods' twilight,
I will pick up my weapon, and take up the fight.
When Surtr paints our blue skies red with his fire,
And when far below the situation seems most dire,
I will defend my folk by the light of the raging pyre,
And the minions of evil shall feel the weight of my ire.
From my responsibility to defend I shall never turn,
And those who dare threaten our lands will soon learn,
That I will fight to the end, even as my skin begins to burn,
And in the eyes of the Young Gods their blessing I will earn.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2016.
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