Hardly solid and all black.
You enveloped me until all to me was lost,
And all my strength did I lack.
You left me like a servant of Gefion,
While I roamed this world of Midgard.
My shame could not have battled me more viciously,
Than if it was Jormungand.
If I have to, I will prove myself for eternity,
So that my death will have its rightful honour.
My flesh will rot off of my still-living body,
Before I accept that it's my dying hour.
And it's alright,
This world is only here to prepare for glory,
Its eternity is only a moment,
Compared to the time of honours waiting for me.
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