A sharp axe strikes your back, death is inevitable.
Every fear in your life lays out before you.
As your lungs rest upon your shoulders.
How strong are you to endure all your pain?

All your blood spills onto the ground,
Your breath ceases, you lose your body.
You can know that you may ascend among the gods,
But to do so, you must rise above the pain of death.

Your bloody lungs open wide, the blood eagle rises to the sky.
Your dead body is your dead self.
A strong man goes to Valhalla,
A weak man falls into the infection of Hel.

You are blind if you never look within yourself.
You cannot escape from your inner being.
You are cowardly and insignificant
if only death can change you.

You can be brave in your head until you face the experience.
How does your last breath feel as you soar like a blood eagle?

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