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My lightning conceived was I,

the stars above became my eyes

Hvergelmir flows in my veins,

my hair the mist across the never ending nameless lake.

By womb of soil, the moist of dew

born when sun was high, the day was new

and the raven soared high up in clear sky.

The lamb will speak to you,

when your heart is pure and you were made by:

Mother Earth, Father Thunder.

This heart winged, I am eagle´s son

through storm and strife, untouched, it is pounding on

This sword, forged in fire and ice

The runes that trail it's blade can be seen but by my two eyes.

As if written in the snow, the lies, shall melt away

by the wheel of sun to cross the sky this day

shadows may lay heavy upon the earth.

but the truth, cut deep in stone, will last

till the heavens comes tumbling down upon this world.

Mother Earth, Father Thunder.