The night comes and touches my bones,
now in the distance I hear her crying.
Dear sister, who was always so pure,
nothing I wanted to happen ta.
For a long time the children played together,
the little siblings that the wind had created.
I reacted badly and Brynhildi I have lost.
This is his will.
I don't know, I don't understand.
Tæra wanted to take
faith, and extend it.
No one we were always poor,
nothing seemed to matter to the siblings.
Didn't know that the bird had an open,
little crouch and listen to me breathe.< br/>Loki's children, I fought with them all,
tied and hurt and got to know some of them.
This hero who goes around This field
is a poor woman who cannot die.
My sister sold.
I sit under a fur coat.
Grief will I will take revenge.
Hate promises made.
Existence is shaken by fury,
A wedge of inertia in one's heart drives. The spittle of the snake's face drives.
Eternally will be the pus,
She will be tormented most of all the virgins.
Each day
evil will gnaw
pain her. l that cannot die.
Near times, heathens hate,
Fools praise.
Tear the soul of years eat,
never sleep.
I am Loki, I am Loki,
You are under my yoke,
Hilmar Baldursson.
Greek we graze, seldom rest
sorrows when we work.
Always doubting their wisdom,
not enough to find.
I am Loki, I am Loki,
You're under my yoke,
Hilmar Baldursson.
No one's happiness makes a weapon,
evil spirits are a yoke.
Keep Miðgarðs eyes open,

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