Lightning’s Gift

A regret, one not fallen in battle
Look at you now, death marked cattle
To fall with lightning’s blood you did not
Now from Great Oak you shall rot
Fight you did not with glorious rage
Taken prisoner, now a lowly slave
You came to take, rape and burn
Now a symbol, warning others to learn
A pleasure to chain broken body to stone
Thunder’s sacrifice, fallen one’s throne
Crimson runes carved upon flesh
Your only salvation, a now worthy death
Look into my eyes, do not cower
Embrace, embrace lightning’s last shower
I dedicate this hammer to Thunder’s Song
Shattered skulls, Blood Raven’s throng
To hang upon Heaven’s Great Oak
Bring forth the next, High Priest has spoke