A presence of death on my back
A lifeless hand around my neck dragging me down, it will consume
Flesh ripping from my face at a vicious neck breaking pace
This evil calls to us all, it's power is true

A vortex like a great whirlwind will swallow us forever
Heed the call from the blackened mist, pain is your only pleasure

You will fall, You shall fall
Death waits for us all, on your knees you will crawl
Through the forsaken hall, only hell will absolve...
This portage of doom.

Corpses dance around the flame, a fire that cannot be tamed,
The night comes alive, where's your faith?
A ringing of bells, a place where darkness dwells,
Sadness and wrath, to blight with plague

A vortex like a great whirlwind will swallow us forever
Heed the call from the blackened mist, pain is your only pleasure

I know a twelfth
If a tree bear not A man hanged in a halter,
I can carve and stain strong runes
That will cause the corpse to speak, Reply to whatever I ask.
Affection is mutual when men can open all their heart to each other:
He whose words are always fair Is untrue and must not to be trusted

I know a thirteenth;
if I throw a cup of water over a warrior,
He shall not fall in the fiercest battle, Nor sink beneath the sword
Listen to my counsel, Loddfáfnir and learn my advise,
You will fare well if you follow it...

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