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Muspelheim
The sons arise in a world of flames
To march and boil in giant’s blood
Leaving fields of the slain
Magma pumps from their hearts
In veins of molten rock
To tear our world apart
Storms, the world shakes as
Lava pours like rain
Quakes, the giants march as
Loki shakes his chains
Muspell’s sons riding forth on
Steeds born of raging flames
Awaiting the call to gather arms
For war that tethers to our fate
Swords alight with righteous fury
The monsters set out to find their names
Blood, valleys run as
Crimson runs like rain
Death, the world stinks as
Loki shakes his chains
Twilight in Muspelheim
It stays as bright as day
With fires spreading across ground
In the Sons of Muspell name
The lords of the north face
A menace without a chance
Swords, they will fall as
Battle burns with flame
Gods, they will fall as
Loki breaks his chains
To march and boil in giant’s blood
Leaving fields of the slain
Magma pumps from their hearts
In veins of molten rock
To tear our world apart
Storms, the world shakes as
Lava pours like rain
Quakes, the giants march as
Loki shakes his chains
Muspell’s sons riding forth on
Steeds born of raging flames
Awaiting the call to gather arms
For war that tethers to our fate
Swords alight with righteous fury
The monsters set out to find their names
Blood, valleys run as
Crimson runs like rain
Death, the world stinks as
Loki shakes his chains
Twilight in Muspelheim
It stays as bright as day
With fires spreading across ground
In the Sons of Muspell name
The lords of the north face
A menace without a chance
Swords, they will fall as
Battle burns with flame
Gods, they will fall as
Loki breaks his chains
Published 30th Mar 2014
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