A Fine Day for War

For all glory For all time For all the blood shed For as long as the sun shall shine Oh majestic eagle in the northern sky Who hears the resounding Garmr's cry The throne hath prophesied Today is a perfect day to die Oh The call of warriors in grandiose choir Whose sword and axes were forged in unholy fire Echoing in the distance, the Gjallorhorn Trumpeting from Heimdallr to the tune of the hooves of Gulltoppr Drag the bastards through the burning fields Their bodies covered by their blood soaked shields Above the forest, is The one eyed wise old man above The one, who from branch of Yggdrasil, hung Where Ravens call And the crescendoing winds sing our names A funeral pyre burns, behold the majestic flame Today belongs to Thor Who swings his hammer Mjolnar Hear my call All father Odin In fields of battle Lies our sacrifice Open wide the golden gates Described, as by skalds, Valhalla Incessant pounding of a distant knell Now summons the riding Valkyries Hear our call All seeing father I raise the beheaded's skull to you Like a trophy of victory Seas of Crimson Accentuated by sorrow Towards the mournful dirge of winds And azure lakes ebbing and flowing North are the stars that shine between our eyes Chariots of wolves from the forest Follow the 8 legged stallion Through the 9 worlds of yore Hearing the call of the ever singing Gjallorhorn Tonight we drink the blood of the slain Cheering to their dying cries of pain As their lifeless bodies are soaked with rain From the heavens of infinite sempiternal plain A lonesome crow Between the trees near lonely Hvelgelmir Calls Like my father before me And his before him I shall raise my sword with triumph To the gods watching Cold waters cleanse the slain's blood Covering now eternal scars Time ceased long ago Time like waters froze And the war became immortal Sword of Iron in right hand Shield of Iron in the left hand The Ravens ever flocking Messengers by Odin's command Hear our cries of strife All powerful Tyr Immortal one handed martyr Losing hand in sacrifice against Fenrir Tyr, oh mighty Tyr, god of war Yearning we are for your blessings Roaring as the storm Hail we the gods above All majestic as the landscape I lust for the sight of the slain Lying, dying, across the plains Torrential rain mixes with blood Heimdallr still riding in sky above O, we celebrate with mead and meat Roaring is the choir of fire in our dreams Night and day become one Coexistent Coterminous One hundred men fallen slain Yet many more still remain And one hundred more shall be slain As this fine day of war lingers untamed Hel, goddess and geography Awaits the befallen, our trophies of glory No winds shall sing for them an elegy Nor night birds deliver them a eulogy Eurynomos rises from the grave of the Earth Damnation awaits those who, in throes of battle, now curse their birth Eclipsed is the daylight Yet so is the night The stars remain in the sky Even though the clouds eclipse their sight The North Star beholds the moon The Western Star beholds the sun No end of the twilight foreseen Yet we still lust for Valhalla's auric gleam No longer is there commiseration Only the everlasting sword of desecration Total devastation Eventual Annihilation A fine day for war.