Pulsar Colony - The Intoxicating Wine of the Allfather

The tides are rising
The elements are swirling
Clashing together
Intoxicating flame glowing
The wine of inspiration
Fermented with the lightning
Of the all-father
So enticing
The trampling hooves
The spear aimed at your heart
The gust of wind
Slowly gaining strength
We will turn the tides
We will harmonize with the hurricane
Thrown in the dungeon
Rising to the tower’s peak
The whispers of dark matter speak of vengeance
The spirits of those you’ve hanged and burned
Are descending on you like hunting eagles
I smile at your fearful expression
When the hooves come galloping
Bashing down your feeble wooden gates
These isolated souls
With glazed, hateful red eyes
Have slowly been forming
Into organized ranks
When I drink the wine
And look outwards to where the comets travel
I can feel the lava
Searing my body
With strengthening pain