Waves Over Valhalla (An Icelandic Odyssey Part III)
As the last god on Earth I ask for a whisky The floodwave took it all life up here is risky What can I tell you the giants pulled us under A sky-high tsunami black walls of thunder
My Third Valhalla was splintered by the waves I knew at heart no bloody magic saves In solitude divine I mourn the greatest loss The golden world of gods everything that was
Creator Destroyer I am Allfather again The nine worlds went under except for number ten One for Being Yggdrasil in my hand Zero for the lifeless Nothingness' land
I curse the Norns that weave the Vital Code Life both good and evil to rise and to erode Cells feed on matter feeds on cells feed on matter If a body is to grow it needs another one to shatter
Life requires Death to seep through the pores of Time A mytholife like Sisyphos that continues to climb It menas that no life is pure not even my own Also Odin's veins are host to a giant's seed sown
So what I create 'twill have a twofold nature The Twilight of the Gods was not an erasure What hurts the most is that if I kill the enemy His essence still lurks deep down within me