The lotus tree in the seventh heaven is the place of my revelation Paradise is my wine and hell is the heat of my scorching wind Constellations prostrated to me until I was elevated Like the prostration of servants to the served And all those in the universe said to me Must there be brought liberty unto these unhallowed grounds To pass the time I sleep into dreams Exchanging words with mirrorforms Tonight, we'll discuss your ingrained disgust for the wellspring A god A broken regretful evil still lingers beneath my feet A remorseful winter, says thy lord I look to the sky for a sign of hope Shapes and shades open a gate revealing my fate I raise my arm up to the sky and claw from the wrist down Warmed by blood and skin It drips down into the waters before me, churning violently Hanging from the tree of nine realms Yggdrasil granted me eternal knowledge This power granted from Hel, my enemies Uruz, thurisaz, ansuz, dust they've become The river becomes a sea of red, now I lay down to sleep Quivering in tears and blood holding cadavers close Closer than the aether's sun O father, o moon, o sky