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She comes to those who die on the field of battle.
I saw her, when lying half-dead in agony's fetters.
She danced among corpses, her body was like
Ivory, and her hair shone with gold in moonlight.

In her eyes played strange color. Her curls were like gold of elves,
The sun played on it so brightly that were painful for my eyes.
Her puffy scarlet lips smiled, and all of it, from chiseled feet
To the radiant whirlwind of hair, was like a dream.

I lay in pool of blood and howled like dying dog,
Cause I didn't have strength to crawl after her.
She's luring fighters from battle to the icy desert,
So that her brothers could bring new hot hearts...

... in sacrifice to Imir!

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