Valkyrie Lay

Light: Be greeted, wayfarer

Light: It is high time we take care of the subhumans

Dark: Subhumans?

Light: As long as they are not white, they are of an inferior race, dear sister

Dark: That is true

Dark: Wish we could take some white women too!

Light: Far more exquisite. There is a time for everything

Dark: So what have we here?

Light: They’re cutting the head off some flat-faced baboon

Dark: Ugh! What a mess! And the knife must be dull

Light: They’re helping her, after all

Dark: Helping her off with her head! Ha ha!

Light: And away from existence, dear sister

Dark: They are obliging, I must say

Dark: Ugh, how she groaned! But now it’s over

Light: We make everything cold, everything over

Dark: Can’t do otherwise!

Dark: NO! What is this?

Light: The men are being slaughtered out of the blue. Turned to mush by the cannon

Dark: Men! White men! And of high race!

Light: Life is an abundance. They will return

Dark: And if life is an abundance, death must be twice so!

Light: I shall let you have revenge, dear sister

Dark: Yes indeed. Lift your braids now, little misses

Light: The bullets hammer into the back of the head and remove the mind …

Dark: Wasn’t much of a mind to begin with

Light: True enough. These are children

Dark: Like the child-heads of all low folk and cattle!

Dark: Cattle-heads! Deserve no better

Light: You are charming, sister. Here is my second gift for today

Dark: Severed hand. Severed foot

Dark: No, I’ve never seen the like!

Dark: They split her face. Across!

Light: I knew you would like it, my sweetest little handmaiden

Dark: Gurgling and howling

Dark: How the screams resound!

Light: More shared the fate. It is a mighty chorus of lament

Light: Small limbs stacked together

Light: Hands clutching the ground. Freed now!

Dark: The skull moves as she tries to speak

Light: Soon she will be silent

Dark: You’d think they would show dignity now that the end is here

Light: They can never show dignity. Not in death, not in life

Dark: But the perpetrators are polite! Talking to them nicely

Light: Of course they are polite. They are our servants

Dark: Best for them!

Dark: This I liked. The spring slaughter done

Dark: And then one gets spring-horny

Light: I am glad you liked the gift, sister

Dark: And I have a gift for you, my sister

Light: You do? How delightful!

Dark: We shall burn a heap of pigs in a pit

Light: The flames rise, and the howling!

Light: What a racket!

Dark: Do you like it? I do

Light: You are now peerless, sister

Light: I like it

Dark: Good!

Light: The soot-cloud rises to the sky. But not all are dead yet

Dark: Just set fire to them again!

Light: No, let the animals suffer

Dark: Bury them alive instead!

Dark: You always take such good time, sister

Light: I savor the moment and the feelings

Light: But for the purpose one needs a higher creature

Light: Nothing is more pitiful than the creature that cannot accept its fate

Dark: I’m mostly thinking of a man now!

Light: Men suffer the most, that is true

Dark: We should both help ourselves! Let us begin

Dark: One each? Or the same one?

Light: You decide, sister

Dark: I know a good sacrifice

Light: Shall he be left with his life this time, sister?

Dark: Maybe. If so, not with every limb

Light: Let us enjoy him

What is beautiful is not un-dangerous. Especially our Norse heritage