The filthy flour is milled bitterly

down among the Aesir-betraying scum

Blood-letted, wronged, all that is foul!

Truth forgotten, all high forced to dream!

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Imitate not the dead eternelles, you sorrowseeds!

Raise not your tearfilled voices to a false comfort

around those soiled words of impermanence

Quelled spikes shall die! DIE! DIE! DIE!

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Lowest are brought here through the entrapments,

and when Good intentions is missing; will flicker dead,

parasites impose themselves not trustworthy symbioses,

excruciating, in denial of Holy Knowledge with an empty spite

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We all participate in this Fated battleground

The War continues for Odmade against doomed 

Condemned breathe; but have nothing for it

Condemned die,  for their will does it

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OWNERSHIP IS NOTHING YOU CAN HAVE 

MIGHT STAND YOU NOT TO FIND HERE

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COME NEAR THE NEW TIMES REAL DEMANDS 

MEET A WORLD WHERE ALL CHOSEN IS KEPT 

GROWTH OR BE DAMNED IS THE CHOICE LEFT,

AS WE ALL KNOW THAT RAGNAROK IS NEAR