Der Weltenbrand / Das Kreuz und der Metzenapfel
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Under der kränen w¢ wintro ist
Hªrrewart ich gew¢fent gen minne
Und fªind.staimbort und suertu
W¢ren m®n frouwe,der ich schªnkte
Bluomen von bluat.exaustedly i leave
The fields of winter.my sword is rusted
For steel is the mirror of my soul.i
Shed their blood on frozen statues
From the glacial race,but now i shroud
My horns in letheand nevermore they shall
Emblazon me.unto the gardens of vigour and
Warmthi trudge a long time, but far is my
Bourne.where father's snow melts and springflowers sprouti sleep to wake up in my mother's armsand i thaw.clothe me with colours and feed me with gleeas my weapons corrode by the aestival kiss.my craving for glory and might i'll subdueafter the fruits of ephemeral pulchritude.sweet and vinous the trees pour their wealthand my youth and beauty return.mid my sisters i cheerfully danceas milk flows from my breast.i extol the female god before the altar of the sunfor her gift of peace and stainless pulchritude.love me, just the loss of thoughts can grant me bright felicityin mere illusions of her esoteric lies.six hundred dreams have passed in the garden of thornless pleasures,i am summer's daughter and embellish paradise.but still my legions conquer for the throne of winter,and ice that swallowed all the world now besieges this reich.ferocious hordes unsheathe and vanquish eden.without compassion they rape me for i'm weak and frail.inferior i die as frost covers my bodybut braced by hate i will returnto the vast of my gorgeous fatherland.
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