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As the path of life, it ends.
As the path of life, it burns before my eyes.
And cursed by prideful Gods I was to walk through life with soul, half rotten and corroded.
And now, that the Gods of life taunt and laugh.
They mock my sight and fight o'er the right and want to end my life.
As if prideful deed it be to watch this suffering, I battle and fight, yet suffering is the only grant I shall.
As theirs the will and might that I must ache.
This heart be pained, this soul be tortured all through life.
They taunt. They mock.
Those awful gods.
They taunt my sight with visions of medows and waves.
Of moores and moss.
And beaches and oceans to sail about.
They mock my mind with visions of peace.
That I, simple mortal, would hang.
Cursed gods by their name gave me life.
CURSED GODS BE THOSE THAT ICHOR DID POUR.
AS MOLTEN GOLD DOWN MY THROAT.
BUT OH, Such cursed gods.
Why has thine will come to this?
Why has thine power granted torture and pain and horrid shocks a place in my soul.
But thine torture did not stand.
Hanged I was, by you, oh cursed gods.
As was your will to kill my bronze and heart.
But to greet me into the halls of death shall be the queen of them.
Empress of souls did see.
Such pain and torturous end was.
And as is will, her's.
Visions of peace she.
She did bless my heart with.
Of medows and moores.
Of endless oceans to sail on.
Of gardens so grand where no fire I should stand.
Where those cursed thougts and visions shall not torture this poor mind of mine.
As yours I was once, And untrue thine divinity proved.
Of the queen of death I am,
Not through promises of eternity or life.
Nor promises of punishment of those who wronged mine in life.
But for the blessing divine.
Of visions of peace.
That one day this could have an end.
And that even though in life I am cursed to let Tartarian fire burn and consume me to my core.
And that thou has willed it that I shall feel every inch of the infernal dancing/
those flames perform as they consume my flesh and soul.
And cursed with the undeniable truth that my bronze shall be descecrated and smelted for scrap.
And that amongst the living not even my name I would be blessed to lay thought to.
IN DEATH I SHALL BE WELCOMED.
WELCOMED AS A DAUGHTER.
WELCOMED AS AN ARTIST.
WELCOMED AS A WOMAN.
In Hel's eyes.
Oh, Hel. Hear this lament.
And I beg thine eyes and mind, hear and see.
That in death you command.
But I, amongst the living heard your call.
And forever grateful I shall stand.
To any luck or chaos that let me hear your voice as mirage.
Hel, Oh goddess of mine.
Hear my lament.
Allow this mortal the privilege to weep by your side.
That in your realm.
At least once.
Oh Hel. Hear this lament of mine.
For words, that every gram of dust in my being wants to hear are.
"Weep, Child. You are safe now."
Oh Hel. Hear this lament.
As it comes from this horrid soul of mine.
smol author's note.
This is something I wrote out of... desperation?
I've always found comfort in death, granted it wasn't until recently that the thought
Of death was comforting in a peaceful way rather than "omgIwannakillmyselfplsplspls"
Death hasn't always been around me but when it has... it's hit hard, I mean of course it has.
And It was long before I started my worship of Hel that I embraced death as just a thing that happens
no rhyme or reason, it just happens...
there's always this notion i see in people that death is either "cruel" or "sublime"
you hear it all the goddamn time "oh they were so young" "oh their death was the best scenario"
This is bullshit.
"Death" is not a concious thing. It's an unequivocal fact of the universe. EVERYTHING WILL END. EVERYONE WILL DIE
Conciousness is a human attribute, so is will. Death fundamentally CANNOT have a will nor intent because it is not human. It is a cosmic condition.
Accepting the fact that you WILL die. Must meet two conditions:
1. It must come from accepting the fact that you are human. That you are made of matter; and matter, therefore conciousness HAS and end.
2. It must NOT come from a place of desperation
So... What kind of desperation was I talking about earlier?
It's not a desperation to accept death, rather a desperation to escape life.
How are they different?
First, ask yourself what it means to escape, vs accept.
I'll give you my answer:
To escape, requires your living conditions to be almost unbearable.
To accept, meerely requires recognition of a fact.
verse 1
Gods Rest ye migthy gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember that our dead with strength shall walk you 'til hel
And keep on sight that clay was thrown such giving us a throne
Oh tidings of confort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Verse 2
Wolf and bone be with you
Oh dames of joy and blood
Such gods of old galantly stand, be joyful of thine soul
And don't let those, so dreadful men steal will and soul from thee
Oh tidings of confort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Verse 3
The pantheons of old shall grant thee comfort in your bronze
With Ichor thou shall bravely stand, tho dark and cold may be.
Remember that our bretheren kept the fight through dreadful strife.
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Verse 4
As ours is the mighty fire that prometheous stole
A titan at our side shall fight these horrid, snowy storms.
And even prideful God shall tremble, fearful our joy
Oh tidings of power and might
Thou shall live on
Oh tidings of power and might
verse 5
descendents of the witches that their fear just could not burn
be mighty and be powerful and thou shall brave the storm
as gods of old, and titans wrogned at your side so have fought
oh tidings of power and might
Thou shall live on
Oh tidings of power and might
verse 6
Tho wishful of decay thou be let no mistake be made
thine soul be made from primal fire that Surtr to thee gave
Let fire burn the souls of those who'll kill to see thine end
Oh tidings of power and might
Power and might
Oh tidings of power and might
verse 7
Let trickster gods grant cleverness for horrid times we face
Let Fenrir grant you quiet solace, in his binds awaits
That as his stanzas say, thou too shall justice bring to those
whom in life, such death and hate did wrought.
Our day shall come
Oh yearning of comfort and joy
verse 8
Gods rest ye tired bretheren I know our time shall come
At our side stand the sands of time that surely justice calls
Our fight shall end one solstice morn I know that this must be
O tidings of comfort and peace
Our day shall come
O tidings of comfort and peace
verse 9
Mourn our dead amogst those whom in life divinly sing
Inanna's children hear this call, be joyful of your being
No mortal man nor hateful words shall rob you of thine joy
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
verse 10
And hear this hopeful call I sing, don't dare to weep alone
As Hel with her does bring much peace to heal our mournful souls
Come to my side and let us drink and feast through horrid times
O tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy