In a world of demons seek Asgard, hunted by God's enemies, pray for me and my kind, hybrids with no place yet to explore, a raven flies, a brisk icy wind playfully caresses your face like a lover. I've given away my crucifix and pick up the sword again, I slay those who need slaying, I walk to the frozen field of the dead, untouched and unafraid, thine lone she-wolf spare not the flock.
The crows pick the bones of soldiers, there is no music in their names, the smoky topaz of the curled mountains, the eternal fire and clay-colored vermilion, a howling yelp and I deliver mercy, headless, the dead dare not look at my face, sickly forest full of trees without resin, bugs cremated in amber pools of gluttonous blood, folded in God's arms, I shall sink to sleep, dream of a world lifeless and without animation.