Enter the gates of Valhalla my brothers.  Let us take up our broadswords on our longships and inexplicably wear fur on our shoulders but not on our chest, legs or ass.  Let us crush our enemies and drink mead from their skulls.  Let us listen to albums that have songs with intros of children playing in villages, horses doing that PPPFFFTTFFF sound, and the sound of someone pouring a glass of water. You know the first six Bathory albums, but poser check time: do you know Bathory 7-12?  You should, poser.  Some of Quorthon’s most interesting and ambitious work is past his dual trilogy stage.  @DAMIANMASTER lays it all on the line for Requiem.  @johnserba strangely goes to bat for Octagon.  Listen to the BSOGM warriors wax poetic about the greatest fallen hero in all of the underground.  RIP QUORTHON. RIP CHALY.  Enter the Nordlands…