Hel
Автор: Rhythmius
Загружено: 2025-01-01
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In the heart of Niflheim’s icy domain,
Where shadows cling to souls like frost,
Hel, the silent queen, begins her refrain.
Her voice, a whisper in the frozen air,
Echoes through Elvidni’s dim-lit halls,
Where shades gather, their memories bare.
"I am Hel, daughter of Loki’s twisted line,
Half in life, half in death’s embrace,
My realm a veil of frost, where lost souls pine.
Here, the weary arrive, their breaths stilled,
Their deeds etched upon their spectral skin,
Their eyes seeking answers, hearts unfulfilled.
In Elivágar’s currents, they drift and sway,
Their stories woven into the fabric of fate,
As the Northern Lights dance, night turns to day.
And I, Hel, keeper of the frostbound,
Guide them toward solace or retribution,
Their choices etching runes on Niflheim’s ground.
So listen, mortal, as the wind howls low,
For in my song lies the truth of existence,
The eternal cycle—the ebb and flow.
In Niflheim’s twilight, souls find their rest,
Their hopes crystallized, their sorrows thawed,
And Hel’s lament weaves through their frozen chest.
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