Ymir, patron of all giants of frost bekon to my hellborn call, when I wage my war towards Audumla the pitiful cattle slut that she is. How she shall taste the vengence of Thrudgelmir and Bergelmir to my innerhome at my innerthrone hearkening the roars of lotunheim ceaseless in blood frozen shadows, these echoes of animism which bellow to our modern age with thenderous power. Likewise the hammer Mjolnir of Thor, recollecting our ancient archetypes as Odin on sleipnir, victorious towards that welcome realm Valhalla with the sun and the moon now visible in midgard. Not for long would they shrine for the vargs of my land. Skolland Hati would devour that pitiful illuminance. After the nurturing of the ashen Yggdrasi;;, we gathawed at the fall of Balder hysterically then seeing crystal clear Loki's ice chilling smile of Stala, like warmth we knew that for his great trickery he would b seized and chained only to burst free to our heartland once again at our side whilst unleashing Ragnarok. All would die be they warriors or Berzerkers, til the final beat preceding Heimdall horn the slayed. Yes! I say to thee yes! Even Wotan perished at the tooth ot my beloved wolf Fenriz. Only for Balder to be resurrected and sieg heil throughout the chaosphere. Upon order of me and my pantheonic brethren existing in primal paradigms in this bastard alien country from chaos emerged a new order. For I am nothing, I am Ginnungagap...
