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Northwards and netherwards |
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Where towered a dreary palace |
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She, the ruler of misty Hel ere waiting for you in the hall of death |
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Hoartfrosted sick-bed hordes trudge |
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Murderers and oathbreakers |
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On a crowded path of death yes, to Hel comes the most. |
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Betrayed be her father, her mother be distress |
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Mournful beauty, her face half black, half flesh |
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Tears of sorrow falls like pearls onto the ground |
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Odin: Send her far away and let her evil do no harm |
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Send her to Niflhel, to the uttermost peak |
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Her blood can never in this hall of honour reek |
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Far Far North |
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North of Ginnunngagap |
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Where she rules supreme |
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In lonely majesty |
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Soak shall be her home |
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In death's eternal winter she alone |
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Welcome to her frosty home |
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Far Far North |
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On the ness I now stand |
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Oh, death would be so sweet |
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But my fate was rusty sealed |
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My vengance comes wrapped in sleet |
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My powers but grow and grow |
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Come to me, come to me |
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Ragnarokkr I shall sow |
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When all chains break I'll be free |
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Children red with weeping and a howling bloodsmeared hound |
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Wrapped in Bedridden saved a place for the weak |
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Across the burning bridge and through the gate of Hel |
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Horrid visions the prophetess saw from where the dead from Hel decend |
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Many men entombed in frost in the ninth realm |
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Into the deepest pit she saw |
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A hall she saw stand |
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Far from the sun |
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It's doors facing north |
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On Corpse Strand |
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Drops of poison |
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Dripped through the smoke-hole; |
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The hall wattled |
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With serpents backs |
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She saw there wading |
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Through tubulent waters |
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Men forsworn |
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And murderers |