While you lie bleeding

As the blood flows
from out of your wounds
I gaze into your eyes
and rape your soul

While you lie bleeding

As the warmth leaves
from out of your beaten flesh
I steal your last breath
and laugh upon your defeat

Noble warriors
who die upon the battlefield
live forever
in the halls of Valhalla
A toast and a feast
let the gods smile upon you

Winter bares its teeth
and soon the summer
swallows you whole

While you lie bleeding

As I raise a toast
to your pathetic demise
I smile to the stars
and piss upon your corpse

While you lie bleeding

As you drift away
from the unbearable pain
the last thing that you see
is the grin upon your face

Noble warriors
Who die upon the battlefield
live forever
in the halls of Valhalla
A Toast and a feast
let the gods smile upon you

Winter bares its teeth
soon the summer
shall swallow your soul

Silence becomes the son of a prince
to be silent but brave in battle
It befits a man to be marry and glad
until the day of his death

The coward believes he will live forever
if he holds back in battle
But in cold age he shall have no peace
though spears have spared his limbs

Fortunate is he
Who is favoured in his lifetime
with praise and words of wisdom
evil council is often given
by those of evil heart