Animals will lick the stones Free of ash and salt From the raging executing fire Torolv's spirit lingers in the salty raw Cattle drink the water Dust to dust and mud Getting mad and crazed by lurking demons Soon there is a calf with Torolv's blood The ox is heir to Torolv's diabolic ways Carrying his hellish torture on People apprehend They've had their days Leaving trails of blood Marking his domain Leaving trails of blood and loathly gore Making sure his acts come out in pain Evilness will still keep on Torture is preserved Darkness is the undisputed king He will never ask what you deserve