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The Abbess of Abjection

Hagalaz…Hagalaz…Hagalaz

In the time of the end

No sages' divination

In the time of the cross

No sagas' animism No

Odin swinging from Yggdrasil

Each note a stone whose

Sacred strain has come

To open the mind's wild tomb

From the fields of icy prophecy

First among the Aesir

The world tree's ripest victim

The world tree's darkest savior

Nine nights & nine days

His eye hung upside down

In the haunt of sleep-starved hunger

The wound of twig-strewn ground

Shapes fell from Valhalla

Magic runic letters

Carved on wood or stone

The suffering fetters broke

Glyphs' ungodly strength

Niflheim's antidote

Healing for the roots

Sere & dragon-toothed

Ragnarok avenges the masses

Burning north in a nailed ghoul's ship

Loki at the rudder bearing down

Enraged with the flame of Nidhogg

Odin's ghost withers with the world tree

But the runes remain scattered in vastness

The sharp scored blood of their symbols

Bearing witness to the mystery of witness