He stands alone Wearied and dazed Amongst the dead
After the battle A silvery laugh Resounds in his head
Swaying before him A dazzling beauty Calls out his name
Clad in gossamer An ivory body With golden mane
Gods of the North Gods of the North
She taunts the Cimmerian Gazing spellbound Be will not falter
Rage shook his soul To chase through the snow The Frost-Giant’s daughter
She lures him across The far northern hills Where two giants wait
Swinging their axes To wrench his heart With wrathful hate
Gods of the North Gods of the North
She stares at her brothers Now lying dead On the crimson snow
The fire in his blood Shall warm her cold flesh His eyes all aglow
She cries to her Father And vanish enveloped In blue icy flames
A wisp of gossamer In his clenched fist Is all that remains
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