I walk into sand.
Hold a field of water.
It goes to Satan.
There you get sand.
Suttung, the wise .
Where's the fluff?
Do you like basketball?
That's where death nests.
Alright!
You're made of plates,
And you stands so awkwardly.
You don't mean blood type.
Lokers in the forest.
You shine so brightly.
I laugh so damn much,< br/>In Satan's taxis.
The lady will kneel,
You will go along.
The bus drives through Helheim's forests.
Pul the forest,
with a huge hoof.
Loke takes the scraper,
And he shoots.
Haaaaaaaaaav.
There is death.
We celebrate with mead .
Smells shoes,
But sucks icon.
There is death.
We celebrate with mead.
Smells forest,
But sucks icon.
Here it is dead!
Smells shoes!
Vagina forges the snipe.
Hope you can close the door.
You will play Balder,
And kissing is not wrong.
You must collect the lumps on Saturday.
And tease cows,
Some old cows
The law is so sneaky.
It boils children.
Now it's victory.
All on the stand.
Now Balder is sitting in Helheim, yes!
Loki you have injured me.

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