No path in the fog
Here where the sea freezes
Primeval times, godless place
Where Grimm crystallizes
Maggots dig deep into the flesh
The bones in the cold garment
Battle dew pours into the sea
Inside longing for stagnation
It's winter in me
Every morning fools the Grimm
Inside there's a cold emptiness yawning
No god ever bends his mind
Primeval emptiness
A bottomlessly jagged valley
The ice rolls forever
Grimfrost is rigid in the wall
Heimdall's children are still at rest
The sound carries no name< br/>Here on the Wide Abyss
I am not material
The emptiness yawns inside
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