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Out of frost and fire, there was chaos long ago
Mighty king slew the beast as the norsemen know
From the rushing blood the ocean, hear their thunderous cries
From the toilsome remains indra, make the underworld rise
Of his hair he shed the forest, of his skull, the blinding skies
Sculpted from his bones the mountains, beneath them we all lie
Lo, today, upon my window indra carves on every pane
To admonish my skeptic smile, a new world order again
Out of frost and fire, there was chaos long ago
Mighty king slew the beast as the norsemen know
Who shall say the gods has left us or that the power is lost?
Flash upon my raptured sight out of fire and frost
Leader of the gods, lord of the skies
He brings a storm of heaven's wrath to heed our cries
A realm awaits our passing, and as our empire dies
From the blackened soil of earth the underworld shall rise
Leader of the gods, lord of the skies
He brings a storm of heaven's wrath to heed our cries
A realm awaits our passing, and as our empire dies
From the blackened soil of earth the underworld shall rise
