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Illumination
Hermetica
Lore Kvasir's Trove
Well Of Mimir
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Stranger hidden Behind a web of gold and deceit, You have brought all Midgard to its knees. All nations now worship a God They neither know nor see. Essence of chaos -- in stealth You wasted the inheritance Of the noble Aesir. Our fathers told of you when Loki served your cause Of greed and treachery. World Serpent, your clever coils Now decree your own fate. In the dark treacherous recesses Of your soulless minds You see the shadowy figures of the old Gods Gathering now for Ragnarok's fury. Did you know that we have counted Every son and daughter of the Gods Led by you to defile their heritage? There are no secrets hidden from the Aesir. Would you bribe the Gods? We spit on your stolen treasure. Dungeons and death are a badge of honor. What power now Have your weapons of gold, of guile and of an early grave? For even now Woden's sons Take census of your crimes against Nature and the Gods. All is counted, all is weighed, In blood and fire the debt shall be paid. World Serpent reflect on your guilt, For guilt is the father of fear. Soon comes the final accounting: Ragnarok! The Gods have returned: learn to fear! |