When scalds are burned
Become my mother chalice of ashes
Nifelwind, hear my name
Guttjeblood, lower your head where I wander
From every frog's skull bitter
Evil mortal night
From every spring when nothing grew
When the grain never rose
Nifel wind, hear my name
Guttjeblood, lower your head where I walk
At every sacrificial blot
Fearing at the root of every gallows
Igniting the spark in the murderer's eye
And the betrayal in those whose blood sold
Nivelwind, hear my name
Gittleblood, my will became thine
Out of every frost , bitter
Evil mortal night
From every spring when nothing grew
When the grain never rose
Level wind, hear my name
Guttjeblood, lower your head where I walk

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