Náströnd II (A Viking’s Hel)


Shall we stand one day in Niflheim
Stranded in the realm of darkness
On the black sands of the corpse shore
blasted and torn by the ice winds
Or should we wade the cold rivers of venom
To the black halls of the serpent
Wolfbait wandering amidst torn companies
Of murderers, perjurers and adulterers
Seeking there such mercies as we may find
At the ice hearths of Niddhöggr
Until Ragnarök and beyond?

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