Waydyntale

The Thrall Saga

Blomstrasson the Half-Wake Jotunn
Engulfed in the flame of sins
Where he shaped
Where he stands

The eternal flame never extinguished
His quest is to reach for meaning
Endless to finite
Death awaits him

Hopeless journey to travel
His life is none
Cursed to death
Never to find the end

Blomstrasson the Pretender
His trickery won't fool anyone
Weak like a fox
Wears the fur of the wolf

The Hawk pitied him
The Green Maiden adores him
The mortal said none
The fair Valkyrie speaks ill

The wretched thrall fought
The triumvirate knights follow
The fair Valkyrie soars
The jotunn kin watches

Blomstrasson the Martyr
Blood spilled for his kin
Thrall kin follows
They sang an ode of requiem

Songs of fury marched
Seeking forgiveness
Never came
Moving forward until the end

In curse, he humbled
In defeat, he rose
In victory, he climbed
In blessing, he respects

Blomstrasson the Vanguard
Weak and pathetic
His bones are frail
Yet shrouded in flames of hope

In hopelessness, he brightens
Heart of sun
In desperation, he steeled his resolve
Mind of steel

Lost Valkyrie risen
Fair Valkyrie soars
Jotunn honor regained
Flames of victory carry on

Blomstrasson the Thrall
Engulfed in the flame of sins
Where he shaped
Where he ended

The flames turn to embers
His quest has reached its end
Finite and finished
Death welcomes him

Wonderful Journey taken
His life is bright
Blessed to death
The end has come