UnbearableThere's a flame beneath my eyesA burning that longs to spreadWith every detachment.Every display of indifference.Every rejection of my hand is no different than spit on my faceEvery back turned to my offer of peace, a punch to the gut.It fuels the fire. It feeds the beast inside of me.This monstrous devil born from uncaring, putrid passivity.I am no stranger to rejecting others. I have sinned as greatly.But were those left behind to reach out, I would not ignore their hand.I could not.Were I worthy of Sampson's strength, I would tear the world down around me.
OblitusCrunch of the damned underfoot.Blood in the air curls my nostrils.Hot breath of a fearless sun taunts my skin.Jeg er tapt. I am lost.Cleverest of foxes escapes my grasp.Snotra protects him, but not for long.The blood that dots the ground is his.Jeg er glemt. I am forgotten.My shadow comes to stretch over his.Praise to Tyr chases the frost from my breath.The drum inside me rolls, and my axe falls hard.Jeg er Jeger. I am Hunter.