Church bells ring, sounding the alarm
Alerting all of wasp-sting's wrath.
My demon prow on the horizon, leaving nothing but death in my path.
I am the dead swordsman, carving a bloody prose.
The three spinners have spun my fate, along with all who oppose.
I will return to claim my seat upon the throne of Bebbanburg.
Serpents-breath guided by Odin, sending Aelfric to Niflheim.
And I will fulfil my blood feud revenge.
Pray to your holy corpses and kiss their lifeless hands.
Pray they grant you a quick death, before I come to reclaim my land.

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