For Ragnarok

With foul words these kings have spoken battered helmets and shields broken unions of bronze blades muddy corpses in bloody glades Strong arms block blows that felled giants in place of these dueling tyrants pushing ever forward into the fray cut down friend or foe if cross thy way spears held high for one last charge one more battle cry before they barge into the great wolf’s den descend all’s well, here at the world’s end