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as i lie, dying

in an endless battlefield

i feel pride in having

fought with valiance

a lake of blood

weapons and limbs

stick out of the mud

like thorns from a bed of roses

the screams of those with mortal wounds

the sobbing of the cowards

does nothing

to dampen my spirit

i smile as i look up

to a break in the clouds

as the valkyries arrive

to carry me to valhalla

eternal glory at the feet of wotans throne

and the food and mugs of mead are endless

eternal war in preparation for the day

when the jotun break the fimbulwinter silence

as i lie, dying

in an endless battlefield

i feel pride in having

fought with valiance

eternal glory faces

all who give their lives

in the ageless

ever presence of conflict