Victory or Valhalla!

[No verses, only escalating rounds. Drums never stop. Tagelharpa and low horn drone like a dying world. Guitars locked in a single crushing riff that climbs half a step every repeat.] [Round 1 – Deep gang chant, marching tempo, shields beating time] Hear us, corpse-god! Hear us, one-eyed wanderer! We are the wound that never closes! We are the debt the world still owes us! [Round 2 – Faster, snarling, first blood on the vocal cords] Hear us, raven-feeder! We are the storm you taught to kill! We are the sons who never knelt! Your spear is in our hands tonight! [Round 3 – Full roar, drums double-time, entire line screaming] LOOK UPON US, WEAK AND TREMBLING KIN! YOUR ANGELS HIDE THEIR FACES! YOUR PRAYERS ARE CHOKING ON IRON! WE ARE THE WOLF THAT ATE THE SUN! [Round 4 – Half-time breakdown, guttural lead over mass chant] ODIN! See your chosen! ODIN! See them bleed! ODIN! See them laughing! DEATH IS JUST ANOTHER DOOR WE KICK TO SPLINTERS! [Round 5 – Blast beats return, voices shredding, no pause for breath] RUN! RUN! THE GROUND REMEMBERS EVERY COWARD! RUN! RUN! THE SEA WILL SPIT YOUR BONES BACK BROKEN! [Round 6 – Highest fury, tagelharpa screaming over the chaos] WE DO NOT DIE! WE MULTIPLY! EVERY BROTHER FALLEN IS TEN MORE BEHIND HIS SHIELD! LOKI LAUGHS! THOR THUNDERS! HEL HERSELF STEPS ASIDE! [Final Round – Entire battlefield roaring as one, riff climbs to impossible height] HEAR US, ALL GODS! HEAR US, ALL DEAD! WE ARE THE END THAT HAS NO END! WE ARE THE NAME ON EVERY WIND! [Last guttural bellow, held until lungs burst, drums cut dead] VICTORY OR VALHALLA… …SAME FUCKING GATE! [Silence. Then only ravens and the wet sound of steel leaving flesh.]