As he stares with intent
His axe is slaked with blood
The eagle is carved on the mans back
For lying this is what must be done
I am not mad for myself, but of my own stupidity
To trust
But i am mad for my heart, for if he was to know
Who could he now trust
Think of me as the piglet
How i grunt now that ive heard you lied
I cried tears of emotion
What a waste of my life you stole from me
But the lesson ive learnt is to not trust
The seas
Because Jormungand thrashes and spits
As he is the offspring of Loki
As a prison cell with the dreaded
And the grey
The fingernails are chewed and spit out to be used
The clothes are worn and frayed
And you for a lie
Will be pushed down to her halls
To stay for eternity, rot, rot and die
In her dark hellish halls
HELHEIM!
