Poetry of My Forest

Lugubrious flowers and gloomy sounds
Awful halls and awesome trees

Astouding autumn send a message:
Winter comes with my sword

Upon my enemies inside their hearts
A lot of dimal pain eats their lifes
My forest will be ready for him
The winter storm seems to arrive
The wind caresses my fort face
Clouds are black through the mountains.

My empire is here. My troops, my slaves,
Players of this harmonies claim my victory
And my majesty over their unconditional faithfulness
And humiliation before me if they fall into
The seas of wimpdom and become traitor my curse
Must be sealed over their feeble souls.

Miölner on my breast,
Mouth arps evoke the colo-colo´s wisdom
On thunder rides the mighty Thor.
My enemies will be dead along with their summer
Mighty stormblaster founded the kingdom!!!