The northern lights illuminate the night sky,
I pleasure myself on the frozen ground nearby.
In this snowy land I live a life of calm,
leaving behind my God-fearing psalm.
Bandages cover both of my forearms,
to remove them requires a man's charms.
All my life I wonder what lies beneath,
but for that I need a man's meat.
I toss more wood into the fireplace,
thinking of what a beautiful girl she was, full of grace.
In you, my son, I see her angelic eyes,
I hope that one day she'll return and surprise.
Suddenly my house explodes with a bang,
Thor flies in shouting an ugly old slang:
"You used to be a faggot back in the day!"
I hurl my axe at him and I say:
"What the hell are you on about, you fool?
Male foreskins were never my tool!"
Thor starts pleasuring himself on my bandage with glee,
slips stockings on me when I try to flee.
He tells me to save my son from his fate,
I must taste a Nigga's shaft.
The thought of a phallus brings me disgust,
This fills me with rage beyond all measure,
Then suddenly a wave of memory breaks,
and a long-buried urge within me wakes.
I start taking Thor from behind,
Searching his prostate with my rod.
He cries: "Behold — Gejtos, god of rape!"
A flock of pheasants jumps up my ass.
Spartan fury floods through my veins,
nothing but phalluses fill my brain.
I call my son and we set out to find the truth of my past that I left behind.
Together we climb up a rocky face,
taking in the beautiful views of the place.
The search for Nigga now begins,
memories of the past won't let me be in peace.
I didn't know if it was true —
that I once forced Zeus to pee in a bucket too.
I was the god of rape in ancient Greece,
bringing many men to climax with ease.
The dark-skinned man was not easy to find,
but his seed was all that was on my mind.
Suddenly my son calls out with a shout:
"A Nigga! Look at the size of his beast!"
I cry: "STOOOOP right there! Give me your Cock!"
He says he won't do it for free — if I want his seed, I must do a good blowjob.
The thought of it filled me with disgust,
but curiosity consumed my mind in a gust.
So I fulfill his desire with a groan,
and in return a vial of seed is my now.
I climb to the summit, high and steep,
and pull the vial from my keep.
I pour the contents on my bands,
my past identity close at hand.
The bandages slowly begin to fall,
crowds gather round and onanize.
Tattoos are slowly coming to light —
rainbow flags and phalluses bright.
I discover I once loved the male form,
was cursed and pierced my nipples as the norm.
The spirits of ancient gods whisper to ear,
that once I was known for ravishing a deity, it's clear.
A wave of memory washes over me again,
a man's touch makes me hard — just like back then.
In the past I couldn't bear to confess that only vile women turned me on.
I covered my rainbow tattoos with the bands,
begging Freya for amnesia with trembling hands.
Only in this desperate way could I live in peace from day to day.
Not feel the sadness when I'd see a handsome male silhouette walking free.
When in Greece I united my shaft with a mighty gay,
I unlocked an ancient power in my rod that day.
Now by tattooing my cock I could travel back in time — just so.
"You are grown now," I told my son in the bright,
and sent him on a path of self-discovery's light.
I joined a band of gay Norse men,
sharing their beds each night again and again.
I grew a magnificent beard with pride,
and became a Nordic faggot with nothing to hide.
They gave me a new name in Midgard's halls,
and all who heard it trembled within its walls.
My shaft rotted from blood left to spill,
through my veins coursed syphilis still.
From then on all knew me as Gejvald,
the stench of my manhood made them vomit their guts.
They knew I had slain gods without pity,
and tamed many male cocks in each city.
A lust to conquer all mythology took hold,
and a desire to wash balls.
I wished to take Heimdall from behind,
and march to Bifröst with my crew of a kind.