Trees in the night explode and shatter
Furnace Flashes in the forest fog
Bark and schrapnel, hellfire rain
Run for help, scream for a friend
Index Ivory hook around trigger
Savouring final breath, a cloud in the air

Pulverised in Foreign Fields

A whistle, a punishment propelling forth
Fire ignites in every fibre of flesh and bone
White light behind my eye lids, and I'm so far from home
Both descendants from the same mother,
sons of Vinland and Europe converge
But he has destroyed me, reduced to mist
Nothing left but a shallow crater
and tears across an indifferent sea

My life, my legacy, pulverised in foreign fields
18 years of reverie, pulverised in foreign fields

Now, we'll never see, what could become of me
Violence, futility, a civil war within our creed
Would our ancestors lament? Will we meet again?
In the golden halls of Valhalla? On the shores of Elysium?

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