Evening, north of Köln leaves.
Comes over here:
Wing beat, wet army,
Werewolves to rage.
I rode over my land, rowed out to the river.
The calm sea, I promised Njoro.
In the changing lights I looked up to Skörð,
It was dark as long as I had enough.
A pitch black army came over the edge,
I covered the boat and sped mér.
The wings were stoned, the teeth of scales
And a well that now covered the stillness.
He cast a shadow, a terrifying sight.
Look A fire was raised and there was much damage.
Thus drowned my dearest prayer,
Killed was all I worked.
They had a defense but there was This time,
Knowing people, alive after no one.
That oath that was clean before,
All my things had collapsed to the ground.< br/>I saw:
My baby is tight, blue and scared.
I saw:
My household goods and ¦tt.
I saw:
Innocent blood, floating in a river.
I saw:
A family slaughtered that was crushed So it happened.
And then:
Let me die, the two daughters.
And then:
Blood-red claws The ones who died in the river.
ßg said:
Withering herb, was someone asked?
à said:
The guest grinned and keep it away.
Walked around the garden,
Grói°scaro°,
Höggvi° hard,
My heart touched.
Winged wow,
Vargur saw
His name is mentioned,
Now vengeance shall be taken
A vow is given, a vow that will be fulfilled

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