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In dreams I’ve stood at the gates of Helheim

And visited the Norse afterlife

Confronted by a God like Odin

He shed a preternatural light

All around this kingdom and I saw brave warriors who had fallen

Brutal men who had brutal hearts

And acted out the most brutal deeds

And all of this in the name of glory

And they were far more fierce

And they were far more terrifying

Then they were in the stories

Bloodied axes and swords as tall as me

That they used to carve a place in history

They became folklore, mythology

Despite the brutal thoughts and deeds.