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Every summer seems to die,

And the winter is emerging.

Eerie auroras starts to shine,

As I am waiting impatiently,

To see the reflection of lurid fate,

In the morbid waters of Hvergelmir,

Is this will to be the gleam of forthcoming bliss,

Or it will come out as the hoofbeat of brooding doom?

The last triumphant sip from the horn,

Full to the brim with a berserk solution,

The coldest climax of winter,

Flew across the diaphanous sky,

Glow-worms started to stagger in between,

My desolated past and the apocalyptic future,

One black candle on the horse's skull,

And one is impaled on glass candelabrum,

Sacrificial liver with cirrhosis is served,

With belladona, myrrh and haze of hemp,

Pine resin melted in the charcoal carrier,

Blazing wand shall light the coming night,

By Niflheimr’s powers summoned by Trolldómr,

Straight out of the shackle of Cosmos,

I am drinking and absorbing the otherwordly Eitr,

To rise above the crap of wretched reality,

With my will to flow beyond the mundaneness,

A voice of the Void is calling in the wilderness,

Prepare the way for the Chaos, make his paths straight