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Amongst the darkest Void, eternal night holds no solace,

Ginnungagap is adorned with foo-fighters of Loki,

The Draugr's jarls of Naglfar cast the life away,

And my flaked mind is absorbed, as I seek to find the True Self,

Through the mangled palisade of Askr Yggdrasil

Hanged in trackless wastes of rime-covered home,

To enshroud all holes in the rind with Galdr.

Against teeth of time and hazards of Cosmos,

With honest heart I am reaching the threshold,

Clawing myself beyond the rusty bars of Midgard

I fall into the otherworldly frost creeping into me.

Ripped adrift from the world below,

From Void with love, this is the vision,

For spellbound mind rising on the neck of Nídhöggr,

Death's grip is utimate,

And the Gnosis is radiating,

Far away in the pits of Nothingness,

Where my spectre will roam