Death knows no wrong, no right.
He judges not the weak, the might.
What is the strength of steel?
Compared to the hand that wields!
Searching within my being, my soul.
Deeds in song, as legends unfold.
I will fight, I have bled.
Feeding greedily, on the dead.
Dark skies come with clouded gray.
Lightning falls, the storm’s decay.
In the midst of all, there is one.
Hammer in hand, red beard, the ODINSON…

Written by ODINSON