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geri and freki does heerfather feed,
the far-famed fighter of old.
but on wine alone does the one-eyed god,
wuotan, forever live.

o'er midgard hugin and munin both
each day set forth to flay.
for hugin i fear lest he come not home,
but for munin my care is more.

there valgrind stands, the sacred gate,
and behind're the holy doors.
old is the gate, but few there are
who can tell how it's tightly locked.

five hundred doors and forty there are,
i ween, in walhall's walls.
eight hundred fighters through one door fare
when to war with the wolf they go.

five hundred rooms and forty there are
i ween, in bilskirnir built.
of all the homes who'se roofs i beheld,
my son's the greatest meseemed.

there is folkvang, where freyja decrees
who shall have seats in the hall.
the half of the dead each day does she choose,
the other half does othin have.

there is gladsheim, and golden-bright
there stands walhall stretching wide,
there does othin each day choose
all those who fell in fight.

now am i othin, ygg was i once,
ere that did they call me thund.
wodan and oden, and all, methinks,
are the names for none but me.

hail to thee, for hailed thou art
by the voice of veratyr.
where valgrind stands, the sacred gate
ye will find nine golden doors.

hail to thee, for hailed thou art
by the voice of veratyr.
old is the gate, but few there are
who can tell how it's tightly locked.

flocks of birds for sake the barren lands
i'm following suit with idle heart and empty hands
however strong a rock, time and tide will grind it down
to sand and the ground wears its burial gown

with gloom-ridden eyes and shrouded in grief
i shoulder my past to find my final relief
each winter ploughed deeper furrows in my face
the next one is sure to leave its terminal trace
... terminal trace

whomever i owe my life to, it's time now to pay back
yet all i have to offer is this battered human wreck
i gave more than i had but i'm still willing to give more
i swear this oath to me and i swear it with a roar

salvation awaits but simple i mind
as for me i can fight, i leave nothing behind
trapped in the time between dog and wolf
i am trapped in the time between dog and wolf
... between dog and wolf

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a first weary glance at a ruby horizon,
the last glittering stars now passing from view.
the last dream is fading, the daybreack has come,
for this morn, now dawning, might be the last.

runes shall ye know on untrodden ways.
know how to scratch know how to grasp.
few only know that othin obtained.

runes shall ye know on untrodden ways.
know how to round and how to attain.
few only know whom freya will chose.

ere forenoon came closer that very last day,
the sun riding high on a watchet cloudless sky.
i left all behind me to follow the path,
untrodden for ages by none but the gods.

runes shall ye know on untrodden ways.
know how to scratch know how to grasp.
few only know what othin obtained.

runes shall ye know on untrodden ways.
know how to round and how to attain.
few only know whom freya will chose.

the bridge lies ahead know, shining and clear,
bright and golden, the lowlands behind.
for i am to walk on the untrodden path,
to follow the soundings, to never return.

runes shall ye know on untrodden ways.
know how to throw, know how to read.
few only know how to open the gate.

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