People kill themselves
Trying to forget loathing memories of suffering and regret.
The sole reason that I live is to remember Eoferwic
The smell and taste of my father's ashes
Remnants of what you did.
There is no place you can hide,
No bastion built too tall.
This murder of ravens foreshadows your downfall
The Norns of Yggdrasil weaved our threads,
The moment you burnt my father's hall
I am a shape shifter, a horror of the night,
Sceadugengan bringing swords to Dunholm to end your life.
There is no place you can hide, no bastion built too tall.
This murder of ravens foreshadows your downfall
Avenging my father's death, will lead to glory or Valhall.
Fate cannot be cheated, it governs us to the end.
It's led me here to Dunholm where I plan to send,
Kjartan the cruel to the pit of dishonoured dead.
My entire life is prelude to fulfilling this revenge
Watch your son die, his guts ravaged by dogs.
You'll be lucky if I'm that quick to send you to the gods.
Ferocity and anger, guided heart-breaker through your spine
In Odin's great hall you are forever forbidden to dine.

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