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Runic circle summons undead

Etched into the ground

Hel resorts to Midgard's fallen

A shambling army is found

Those interred improper

Rising once again

Brought to Helheim under a spell

To face a second end

Defiled, forced to fight their kin

Clashing with the rotting draugr, the einherjar shall win

Desecrate, Hel's desperation brought these

To stand against their brothers, to try to force them to their knees

Blackened visage, ripped and torn

Falling from their bones

All fallen in Midgard

Some fighting for their homes

But all at last were not set right

Their graves would not suffice

Now they rise through Hel's runes

Flesh as cold as ice