On the feild of battle they colide like thunder and ligthning.
Sreaming their war cries.The ground shook and the wind blew with such anger that I held fast in a tree. Each warrior knew he would leave ths place only in victory or death. and their sould swould fly on the wings of Odins ravens to the golden gates of Valhall, where they would dwell for ever in the home of the brave.

Lo the gods of metal have bestowed upon me the inspiration to paint this image of rage.
I wanted a sort of painted feel to it.
I used a dynamic composition that enhances the whole feel of collision, wich is repeated in the background.
The peice is in spired by the gods of metal, Hammerfall, Manowar, Rhapsody, Saxon , and others to many to mention.