A Northern Lights deed of endless shame
A kill in a dark hour
A sharp stone a skull cracked
He drank of life and lust
He drank of life and lust
Ty salt and thick was bosom blood
The night he committed his manslaughter
In his eyes only a beast, no sense
When he danced the slayer's dance
He splashed on mountain and hill
He rejoiced and shouted
The taste of murder in a red mouth
Garmen's gaze in the moment of the moon
For salty and thick was bosom blood
The night he committed his manslaughter
In his eyes only a beast, no sense
When he danced the slayer's dance
When he danced the slayer's dance
Soon he ran his forest
He ran among ice and drift
In endless time and winter lap
Shackles of the moon's disc
For salty and thick was bosom blood
That night Kan committed his manslaughter
In his eyes only a beast, no sense
When he danced the slayer's dance
For salty and thick was bosom blood
The night he committed his manslaughter
In his eyes only a beast, no sense
When he danced the slayer's dance

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