The Revenge Of The Blood On Ice

Fifteen years have passed.Every day in the woods have criedthe words of vengeance and revenge.The Gods have watched him day and nightby the Northern stars bright light.Growing stronger. Coming nearer.Upon a steed as white as snowhe is riding through this land of no return.His hair blowing in the wind.A sword in his hand. And his eyes they burn."Guide me, my Ravens. Find the waythrough the woods and snow.Let your eyes be mine seekingfor the valley of death.Come this far I am willingto face the twin-headed beast?s breath.Let your wings be my heartin the air, black as the night.I have steel at side. Powers of thunder.The Gods with me ride.I trust on my Ravens , watching from above.Black as night. Swift as lightningand graceful as the doves.I trust on my Stallion. Born by the wind.Taking me through the valleywhere this world ends and the shadows begins.I trust on my Sword. Forged in fire and ice.Its sharp blade shall be baptised in bloodas I take the Beast?s life.Cry, old crow, cry...Come out of darkness, you beast of Hel, face me.Out on this field of moonlit snow.I will not be deterred by your ugliness.Before my sword your two heads will roll.I will not let my sword rest until its steelhas sung for your ugly twin head.I?ll wipe the sweat off my face with your bloody scalpsand watch your four eyes telling me that your dead."Gathering speed. Charging forward.Collision is close now.The swords are drawn, held high,they flash in the pale blue moonlight.Aiming at throats bare. The moment is so near.The time seems to halt for a while.Even the stars in the sky hold their breath.This is the moment of glory or death...The moment to maim or be put to rest..."So close now I almost can hear the black bloodin the beast?s thick veins pumping.I am swinging my sword. May the Gods be with me.I ride out through the vast portals of Hell.I swing my sword in the air.And the dead beast?s two bloody scalps attachedto a spear.Now is com ethe moment for me to set freethose, along time ago, brought far northby the twin-headed beast.On that daybreak when old crow did cry...That hard winter when I still a child...By my Father was told of a hall way above the clouds.Gates open wide for the one who dieswith sword in hand."