He spoke of victory as he watched He cried as his eyes fled from the visions He collapsed as his kingdom fell And he knew such fierce men shall never fail He awoke to a hammer crushing his skull And the minds of weaklings smeared across his land Such a minor assualt shook their walls of flesh Their social structure fell to the fear of the north Their hearts weak, whinging for mercy and forgiveness And their faith lead them to be crushed with the hammer And thrown into Nifelheim He lead a miserable clan of frozen christians Further south towards the heat The source was far as they struggled for warmth And huddled like kittens without their god They remained in Nifelheim rotting slowly alive And his leadership was dissolving like his christian flesh He spoke of loss as he watched He cried as his eyes fell to no vision And he collapsed limbless without his god