They came for him one winter's night.
Arrested, he was bound.
They
Under Norve's starfilled skyIn a forest so deep and wideEight
Horns raised and filled with the finest of meadValhalla's warriors
I would wake warriors greatSummon warriors of the oakHigh as
? ver nordm? ns stormande gravKlagar den en? gdes blickP?
Crawling shadowNighttime abominationBeyond daylight lurkingHiding from the sunAn
Screams in the night woke the whole village upTheir cattle
In the dawn of time, when Ymer livedThere was no
A desolate aeon has passed since the demise of our
Distrust rules in Asgards heartFarbautes son is spinning his webWith
I know that I hung in this treeAll of nights
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