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Hear the sound of thunder roar
High above, the nine moons whirl in ice and fire
It’s the cry of the mighty aurochs
I’m surrounded by dark like a damned outsider

Icy walls above my head
As I walk along the field of the dead

Misty shadows dancing for me
I stand in the middle of crystal hexes
I hear His voice as the storm grows near
Heavy drops pounding on, “there’s no fear”

My field laid waste with merciless wrath
I call upon the Thrice Born

Hail
Cold sickness to evil snakes
Hail
My golden sleep
For the sake of rebirth

In the aftermath of the storm
I cry out in anger, damage done
The faint hiss of gnawing jaws
The Child crying, “All is not lost!”

My field laid waste with merciless wrath
I call upon the Thrice Born

A seed melting in my hand
A berry, a yew tree growing high
Brought from the Nine Worlds
Brought into unity with the All

By singing the spell of hagalaz
The dawn of ancient times

Hail
Cold sickness to evil snakes
Hail
My golden sleep
For the sake of rebirth

Icy walls above my head
As I walk along the field of the dead

Hear the sound of the thunder roar
High above, the nine moons whirl in ice and fire
It’s the cry of the mighty aurochs
I’m surrounded by dark like a damned outsider

By singing the spell of hagalaz
I know I can come back

[Hail
Cold sickness to evil snakes
Hail
My golden sleep
For the sake of rebirth] X2

“Standing on the icy mounds, I realize I’ve been saved
For hail is a cold grain
And the shower of sleet
And the sickness of snakes”

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