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Home to death, all is dark

Loki offspring, perpetual sorrow

Landscape bleak, daughter's realm

What root has blackened, whence does it seek

Entrance cold, the stench of decay

The master has broken the einherjars' way

Tipping the balance for heralding days of Ragnarok

Fallen low, seeking new prey

Violating the oath taken that day

Preparing the realm for time when monsters have come

Looking across the endless death

And seeing darkened fate of men

Chilling thought, borne of low realm

Though crowing is heard not this day

But Ragnarok comes soon and we shall be prepared

Daughter of Loki, warrior theft

For this she must be undone

Now the Allfather surveys the land of dead