I wrote this poem about the battle coming in the world.

Odin is riding through the winds on Sleipnir,

I hear his crys through the wind,

Calling me into battle, 

" I need you my son, battle is near"

The lighting cracks through the sky,

The thunder booming.

Thor has arrived. 

The valkyrie's cut the web of human life.

I smell death in the air.

I feel the courage of men fighting for their Gods and country.

I hear the screams of my brother, fighting beside me.

The time has come.

Midgard knows life no more.