Sad is the fate of him who keeps the blood money
Headed with a helm of terror
With the ransom of the gods
Fafnir dreams
Reclining in his blood
Killed by treachery
The serpent observes the one
Who pulled him from his dreams
He sees the paths woven by the norns
br/>“The treasure red as embers
Its rings will lead you to your death
In the water you will drown
If you row against the wind
Everything is perilous to him who must perish”
But man does not listen
The dragon who expires
He eats his heart
And takes the gold
In front of the gate of the kingdom of Hel
The dragon wakes up
He stares at the one whose half of the face is rotten
He stares at the daughter of the jester
And in her eyes the abyss
The colors are silent
The venom and the tears dry up
Fafnir sinks into the depths of... Helheim
Delivered from red gold
In the abode of gray souls
Fafnir watches