He was just a child
Not old enough to shave
Holding the shield of his father
Bergelmir the Brave

His father was a king
A wise and trusted man
And as his firstborn son
He should have lead the clan

His village was destroyed
The younglings and the old
Butchered like animals
One hundred living souls

Determined like a wolf
His gaze cold as ice
Sworn to avenge his fallen brethren
Perform the sacrifice

The fire of the serpent
Black as the darkest day
Memories of an orphan
Burn like the whitest flame

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