Summon The Storms

A veil of darkness has fallen
Obscuring the sky and stars
The forests and lands forlorn
The ancient flory all but gone
The flam in our hearts has died
The northern pride exiled
A great weariness now looms
My journey has reached an end.

But a storm is coming
A storm to end all storms.

A rain of iron and ice
Slashing across the skies
Fimbulwinter made blade
Cyclic law to cleanse the land.

An inner storm is brooding
As now horizons become clear
The path shatters in parting ways
Time has come to seize fate in my hand.

I see the weak, the cursed
Kneel for the Calf, or Mammon
I scorn your ways, wretched creed
I choose a path of no return.

All temples now crushed to dust
All gods cast down to the earth
All riches and lies to the pyre
The wind and sky shall by my hide.

Hands once so potent
Fashioned into feeble stumps
I summon strength and purity
With renewed might shall I erect thee.

With spite-made stones and beams
And hatred dear, the strongest grout
Abode of peace and beauty
I shall make thee my sanctuary.

Thy halls are high and misty
For spites to wander restfully
Thy hearths hail the fire of Pan
For shadows to reap Genocide.

A veil of darkness has fallen, occulting the lunar might
Calm before the storm, tidings for the fall.

A soft rain is falling
Tears of a passing age
A bittersweet reprieve
Afore the lifting of the veil.

Thus ends the silence
Accursed reign of deliquescence
Now behold the swords unsheathed
Iron and ice shall cleanse the earth.