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He stands alone

Wearied and dazed

Amongst the dead

After the battle

A silvery laugh

Resounds in his head

Swaying before him

A dazzling beauty

Calls out his name

Clad in gossamer

An ivory body

With golden mane

Gods of the North

Gods of the North

She taunts the Cimmerian

Gazing spellbound

Be will not falter

Rage shook his soul

To chase through the snow

The Frost-Giant’s daughter

She lures him across

The far northern hills

Where two giants wait

Swinging their axes

To wrench his heart

With wrathful hate

Gods of the North

Gods of the North

She stares at her brothers

Now lying dead

On the crimson snow

The fire in his blood

Shall warm her cold flesh

His eyes all aglow

She cries to her Father

And vanish enveloped

In blue icy flames

A wisp of gossamer

In his clenched fist

Is all that remains

Gods of the North

Gods of the North