Riding towards the horizon
upon the monumental rocks, awaiting
the end of a dishonourable life,
i perceive my morality fading to
a weakly seeming substance,
climbing towards my yer unsealed
faith, i arrive (faith arrives)
Staring into the abyss of midgard,
above, the angels of asgard
and the armour of loges child.
i´m losing myself in an odyssey through
the bottomless
depth of my spiteful soul.
At the end, the will to die.
my nag becomes restive,
i open up my eyes
and spread out my arms:
“god of gods, take my inglorious soul!
here is nothing left, for me…”
God of gods, …
My hands are longing for the lance
and aim at my vulnerable essence.
God of gods, …
As i lift to strike…
a sudden lightning bannes my glace.
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