| She comes to those who die on the field of battle
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| I saw her, when lying half-dead in agony’s fetters
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| She danced among corpses, her body was like
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| Ivory, and her hair shone with gold in moonlight
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| In her eyes played strange color. |
| Her curls were like gold of elves
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| The sun played on it so brightly that were painful for my eyes
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| Her puffy scarlet lips smiled, and all of it, from chiseled feet
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| To the radiant whirlwind of hair, was like a dream
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| I lay in pool of blood and howled like dying dog
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| Cause I didn’t have strength to crawl after her
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| She’s luring fighters from battle to the icy desert
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| So that her brothers could bring new hot hearts
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| In sacrifice to Imir! |