Home to death, all is dark Loki offspring, perpetual sorrow
Landscape bleak, daughter's realm What root has blackened, whence does it seek
Entrance cold, the stench of decay The master has broken the einherjars' way Tipping the balance for heralding days of Ragnarok
Fallen low, seeking new prey Violating the oath taken that day Preparing the realm for time when monsters have come
Looking across the endless death And seeing darkened fate of men
Chilling thought, borne of low realm Though crowing is heard not this day But Ragnarok comes soon and we shall be prepared
Daughter of Loki, warrior theft For this she must be undone Now the Allfather surveys the land of deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
