It sates itself
On the Life-blood of fated men
Paints red the Power
Homes with crimson gore
Black becomes the suns
Beam in the summer that follows
Do you still seek to know?
And what?
Brothers will fight and kill each other
Sisters Children will defile kinship
It is harsh in the World
Whoredom Life
An axe age
A sword age
Shields are riven
A wind age
A wolf age
Before the World goes headlong
No man will have mercy on Another