Oh to be an artificial monster,
Unloved and abandoned soon after birth
To never know what warmth is forever
And learn how to have childlike mirth.
Hope is now just another danger,
And only death has a worth.
Hail to the nightmare
Of the abysmal sea
That none can bear
To ever come across and see.
Agony now blossoming bare,
Only delusion brings ecstasy
To those who will dare.
Odin, oh omniscient king,
Now a king of nothing,
All the wolves now sing
Of the gods' final twilight
That shall swallow the light
Out of their sanguine spite.