Reign Comes Falling Poem by Sven Rhoads

Kissed by the cold wet tears of the clouds
As the battlefield is crimson and gray
Silence covers the dying screams so loud
There is no sun to begin this day

The axe and shield will bring dismay
In desolation I will find my way

I've heard a distant land deep within a dream
A great unknown but the feeling so familiar
Brothers and sisters are crossing the dark stream
For the Valkyries arrive with ravens and winter

I will not kneel before the jaded truth
I have battled through the days of youth
For the old man has made it this far for a reason
I will defy the savior of the living dead
Hear the stampede of where I have tread
I will see my home when the reign comes falling

Branches knotted in Celtic ways
Leaves burned with the mark of runes
I will awaken when the raven has come
The old man under the white bright moon
No more demons, go back to the gray
Today has been called in victory
Dawn will arise with the golden sun
But another battle will be upon us soon