Wretched was living Woeful was breathing Vile was the omen of the sun Scorching all sanity When the wolf (Sköll) came With the winter(s) Warmth was ended Light faded away A grave was given And a casket of oak No wounds were ever healed And the grave was left open Worms and crows Inherit the world Serpents and wolves Beheld the dragon (Nidhögg) rise No icons gave aid No bible gave comfort There was no heaven There was no hope Praised be the deeds of the Devil!