Oh God, Oh God
There's something cawing outside --
something with a taste for blood,
Huginn and Muginn with rotted beak
and crumbling sense of wherewithal.
Will they leave me be?
I have an axe, I have an axe...
They'd be fools to come inside,
beating wings shedding ebon feathers
just to get at my delicious brainjuice.
I know I'm smart! I've got an axe!
The birds and ravens, crows and magpies
are a living blanket covering the earth,
and they are dead.
They have no fear, no fear of fire
Not like living birds, you know --
living birds crave the flesh, but it's...
worms, not people. Cinderella's stepmother
would disagree, but
FUCK!
Back off! Get back, you damn --
I HOLD YOU HERE!
I AM ODIN, GOD OF THE GALLOWS!
WITH THIS AXE I SEND YOU BACK TO DUST!
You will not pass this barrier unmolested!
Fucking goddamn birds! They want to eat me!
This is ridiculous.
There's something cawing outside --
something with a taste for blood,
Huginn and Muginn with rotted beak
and crumbling sense of wherewithal.
Will they leave me be?
I have an axe, I have an axe...
They'd be fools to come inside,
beating wings shedding ebon feathers
just to get at my delicious brainjuice.
I know I'm smart! I've got an axe!
The birds and ravens, crows and magpies
are a living blanket covering the earth,
and they are dead.
They have no fear, no fear of fire
Not like living birds, you know --
living birds crave the flesh, but it's...
worms, not people. Cinderella's stepmother
would disagree, but
FUCK!
Back off! Get back, you damn --
I HOLD YOU HERE!
I AM ODIN, GOD OF THE GALLOWS!
WITH THIS AXE I SEND YOU BACK TO DUST!
You will not pass this barrier unmolested!
Fucking goddamn birds! They want to eat me!
This is ridiculous.
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