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Golden trees of æsir are falling spirally,

Unto the cesspit at the bottom of Cosmos

Wisdom springs from Yawning Void,

Limitless in power and lawless in madness,

Black as the absence of false light,

So, the Hidden One reveals hers fangs,

Gruesome force is ripping the golden bonds,

To disembowel the bulk of cosmic drunkard,

Journey of Spirit starts across the decay,

Far away from here, toward the Void,

The ember of freedom is flowing our bloodline,

Within the knowledge of the Giants

Anti-cosmic essence is glowing in wild trance,

Primordial witchcraft from without the creation,

The worlds behind us are rotting and falling,

And lawless souls are striving for Chaos,

Hungry for bliss of the coldest nights,

Redeemed by the Gullveig’s gifts