Standing on the edge at the mouth of fire Fround begins to shake; flames leap higher Death is in the air, poison gasses rise, choking dust in throat No one can survive, burning the land of Surtur's ire The boiling earth, the devastation, Gzoroth, hear our cry!
At the mouth of fire Where blood grants mastery over flame
Bleeding on the edge of the mouth of fire, screaming victims die Upon grim pyre, see the funeral smoke rising to the sky Save us from this hell, accept this sacrifice Shield us from the wrath of Surtur's ire.
The boiling earth, the devastation, Gzoroth, hear our cry
At the mouth of fire Where blood grants mastery over flame
Beneath an ash-dark sky My lungs burn in pain My skin is cracking Hot sulphur stings my eyes
Storming through the gates at the mouth of fire Impervious to flame, we'll quench Surtur's ire. Funeral pyres burn, rising to the sky
Reavers of this hell Dragon hear our cry Swimming in the blood Or this realm's sire
The boiling earth, the devastation The Fire Lord must die
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