Covenent of the Helhounds

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/6vn4qp/of_my_repressed_indulgence/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/6vn0gj/blossoms_of_winter/

Thy father who art in heaven, Damned be thou name.

Your wars we fought, of our kind the worlds grow weary, The Pagan of pagans Is all that you are.

Your right hand I swear to never be, Thy shield I promise to you.

For your sword is truly non other, The right hand of wrath himself, At last thou tongue is the pompotus of truth.

Upon this field, This play for ground, You are thy bitterest enemy.

Your sword arm i will tear at the bone, Your skull I shall meet with mine, With no power can you contain thine.

When The Geat Horn Blows, On your left I'll be, upon Bifrost we.

Against all odds and Despite all law, At the end of all things, Thy brother is thee.

As I drift into the void sea, I close these eyes and pray, below all things let there be peace.