Poisoned

Drink of my cup
sample my mead
golden loaves
fulfill a need
gorge yourself
until your sated
taste the ale
taste my hatred
arsenic, hemlock, belladonna
lie still
the deeds been done
the battles over
it's been won
take your place
amongst the dead
I'll like the throne
in your stead
can this norseman
be kept down
or will the toxins
seize his crown
lifeline pounds a beat
of fury
artic blood he'll rage
in glory