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"The cowardly man thinks he’ll live for ever, if he keeps away from fighting; but old age won’t grant him a truce even if spears spare him." - Norse Proverb

Your sleeping stories

Peaceful lolling tales

Aloft in flight or shifting flesh

You are the sweet monster

Flawed angel in sleep

Time has stopped to marry you and

Make you right

The immortal spouse

The Dökkálfar shunned by the light!

But oh, the opened eye

Ljosalfar

The light exposed

Is there smoke in your soul?

A fist in your head?

Rage is a place

East of peace river

Just under the flesh

It's not your movement

It's not your rage

It's not your place

Until today

The mobs are massing

Callous laughing

At all the angry monsters they made

Through cruelty laid and wrists enslaved

Who has the heart

Who holds the blade?

The smoke in your soul

Has spilled out your mouth

You hate what you spit

Your flesh on the ground

Ávalt!

As it has ever

A vault!

To hide forever

Beiskr!

The flesh has broken

Beiskr!

Dökkálfar (dark elf) de KAL fer

Ljósálfar (light elf) lo je SAL fur

Ávalt (always) AH valt

Beiskr (anger) BI sick ear