Thingstead 歌词

Through the valley of throns, over the river of blood Condemned by straw death Deserted by the Dises Onwards to the realm of Helheim, domain of the Concealer; Hunger her table Starvation her knife Journey of the dead to the judgment in Thingstead... Without the runes of speech no way to justify my deeds. Drink the draught of doom: burning venom transformation monstrosity shpeshift of the unworthy ones Final insult, first punishment: passing through eternal bliss, beholding with grief envying the joys of the blessed ones Herded by thorny rods, anger of Swartalfar; crossing the cold rivers, climbing the dark mountains of Nifel-hel Dying the second time to enter nine realms of torture: gates of eternal night now swallow the condemned one