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