Berserker But

Wide twisted grayed white cloud of thunder O'er ground so hallowed waiting in asunder A tale untold until the flash of crashing light Unfolds to show the shattered scene of blight What is this rack of torment in suspense To cause this pounding redness of intense Can winds of Wodyn thrust valkyrie thus The tides are wrong this singing song Will be the end of us The tunnel forms to take us in it's dance As axe and sword a swing to madness trance Once more to see Valhalla's open door Or wake to shaking silence on this shore Bathed in others' blood still yet unsure