Hall of the Fallen

Hung in the tree of life

Wounded

Bleeding

I fall from the hall of gods

The bond has been cut

I cannot stand, nor speak

I cannot crawl, nor think clearly

I start over again

And again

And again

The bond has been cut

The tree has fallen

The life of a god

Returns

Again

There is no death for the honourable

There is no end for the honourable

Only eternal rebirth