The profane splendours of Hin
Scene illuminated in the twilight shutters of which
Shameless event damp
I must behold again Lord Odin,
give me Give way to an
unshakable mind I did not advise here and have mercy on
Horg, traveled with my own fists - now in
Everything is now corrupted by White-Christ
Omens of what is to dawn, watch out,
our time is slipping away dear brother,
Voluspaa sandes
Vargr in véum
Kneeling towards the burden and the fire in
Melancholy's eternal band, I could not perceive
The danger that my margstial scrap strikes; Hint
Wounds inflicted on me by the White Christ
The black hand of the plague The anger of the present gave me
Sense to walk in considerable
Flames
All now yesterday Inherited by Hvide-Krist
Early signs of what is now dawning watch out,
our time has passed dear brother,
Voluspaa is sandy
Vargr in véum

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