The New Vikings

The New Vikings

Terror climbs up from Earth’s core
Breaks through hard ground
Offers its strength
We grab it

Demands we listen to keening pines
Whispering crows
Prophecies of new fates
Our leader learns of our fears

Complaints from old gods curse his mind
Demonic furies teach his lies
For him we must fight like dogs

And gain such victories
As shall win his shining hell-city
He will live in its high castle
Rent our hearts and sell our souls

Our fears now become our lives
Tonight we toast his greatness
As the storm rolls in
The sea rolls on