Ragnarok

The ice Giants come in sweeping circles
Treading water beneath the ice as we walk along it's cracking surface

No matter which way we go

They're too big to ever be far from

When braggi wrote of me

He wrote of what I see

He wrote of how I'd rather see the prophecy

Come to unfold

Than for my home to remain unburned and unpillaged

When braggi wrote of me

He wrote of writing

Foreshadow and conclusion

Of a man telling a story with his life and heart

Who'd drive a knife deeper 

For dramatic effect

A man who'd elect

A villain as his leader

So he could be there

To watch the hero conquer them

In stanza and prose describe a man from whom Ragnarok rose

Purely because he had foreseen it

The vision is always fulfilled

No workings of life but of this man's hands

Brands

Seared into his sides

To tie him to his lies

Of ownership when it comes

To his own demise