I know a place outside of this world
Beneath the serpent, beyond the reach of gods
A black tunnel, it’s door facing north
Only the helblind, can see into its darkness
I’ve walked the roads that descend ‘neath roots and black soil
I have fucked the goddess whose labia is decay
But still I long to sink into the chaos
It’s calls for my name
You are utgard… are lawless… are fateless
There are blacker pits than hel’
Visions tear at my dead eyes
Scenes more black and cold than the space ‘tween stars
And though I rot in hel’s embrace
I belong to the mighty hrimthursar
Jotunheim
The corpse-gate stands open
Jotunheim
The gate to oblivion
There lies the void of anticosmos
There wait the destroyers of gods
There dwell the dead
In ironwood they call my name
I’ve crossed black oceans of poison mist and ancient rime
And came to a shore-line black with frozen gore
There the dragon gorges on the writhing dead
And night eternal laps against that shore-line
A forest of iron teeth and frozen black blood stands
In its shadows I hear the screams of gods
I give my soul to be devoured
By the frozen jaws and rabid hunger
Of the mighty hrimthursar
Jotunheim
The corpse-gate stands open
Jotunheim
The gate to oblivion
There lies the void of anticosmos
There wait the destroyers of gods
There dwell the dead
In ironwood they call my name