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The Cruel Fate is imminence of the disaster

The Grave is full of curling worms

Flying over the sea and cutting the Waves

The Ship of dead which is made of human nails

In the depth of gray fear

At the bottom is insane and pain

Nidhogg has coiled

And poisons our souls by venom

The stars had faded

In the cold thick darkness

There was the hope inearthed

And there is only imminence

The roots have dried and fruit have rotten

all will turn into ashes and return into void

So lie

Which bears blossom will wither

Will burn and will return into ashes

Will fall Colossus with legs of clay

Which is broken by the stone of truth

all will turn into ashes and return into void

Smoking torch of vain hopes

then fades, then burn

It unsights, it besots

It lures into the abyss

Light of illusions will fade in the darkness

Be-all will turn into the nightmare

Where instead of Asgard's shining

will be the dead's ship - Naglfar....