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Look Loddfafnir, the darkness and light

Weaving in rainbow and frozen forms.

Oldest of young, by the birthright,

Ageless and timeless Norns.

Look, Loddfafnir, under roots of the tree

A colored stream curls.

Look, Loddfafnir, it's me,

Ancient than ancient, younger than youth.

You see the roots, the curves of the snake,

The crown in the crooked reflection.

Child of dark water, the biggest mistake

Of Mistress of Hell, her affection.

Thousand eyes and one wiggling tail,

Wet from the blood, glistens his scale,

Look, Loddfafnir, in the deep of the fear,

It's me and you, and the hell is here.

Up to the bark,

From the roots,

Entrusted to faithful Norns

Squirell's tooth

In work,

Sharp, like a devil's horns.

Everything see the eyes,

Everything that ears hear.

Look at the claws, it's mine.

It is me, Loddfafnir.

This is an old man, one-eyed old man,

Nailed to the tree, like to cross.

Sight-blinded sight see land of the mortals,

Skyes and Valhalla halls.

Iron struck in a heart,

Fingers clung a fragment of spear,

This is god of Asgard,

It is me, Loddfafnir.

Colored wings spreaded in branches,

Under Yggdrasil sunrise.

World turn to dust, dust turn to ashes,

Ashes turn into ice.

Ice will become a water,

Dust will become a ground,

Look loddfafnir, at the rise of immortals,

Look at new era's dawn.