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DEATH OF YGGDRASIL
Breeding dark chasms
Vile echoes fill the air
The twisted, dying sounds
Wind alone is passing through
The hemisphere
Opal odour
Nihilistic balm, transcending
Cosmic ash, nine homes
A tapestry for lost souls
Between us lies Niflheimr
A journey through the hole
Against my will, trapped
In the fires of perdition
Thunder cracks the sky
With Hel and her conditions
Tree of life
Her dead roots weeping
Odin awakens, from sleeping
Nine worlds open
Around all orbits
We sing the Æsirs
O' hemlock skies
Pestilent depths
Silence
Sarcophagus
And into the fire we never wane
Black fortress of Múspellsheimr
Stout volcanic citadel
Standing against the outer hells
The red mask of death
I shall again wear it
Forlorn and forsaken
Hearts ablaze, prodigal son
To write the will of Jörmungandr
The holder of the realm of man
Never release your global span
The algebra of alabaster
She wears no face, no vultures sang
As she exhaled
A long vaporising breath
Tomorrow I awake
White carnations
Gathered in my wreath
Tomorrow I awake
I am Death
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