frompillow:

My death sentence is now a story

the chief

“We gained rivers of blood for the ravenous wolf

ample food for the yellow footed fowl

There the hard iron sung upon the loft helmets

The whole ocean was one wound.

A raven waded in the blood of the slain”

Krákumál (Death Song of Ragnar Lodbrok)

So if you steal the land of a [Northern]man
Then you shall know this curse
Your first born son’s warm blood will run
Upon the [Northern] earth

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I didn’t think it would end this way. End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass.

COLINSEXUAL