“The deeds of men, as footprints in the snow.
Nothing under the blue sky is fated to last.
Even the sun goes down.” 

Blotgeld

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Snow fell, as honor of many,

Gifriosanmaegden cried, raised tall,

With brothers, by her sisters blot.

With fyrds, of her fold,

In hands, two axes,

In left, swift Isse,

That killed goblin chief,

In right, heavy Rotlust,

That heaved Swarthling heads.

Grave look was upon her brow,

Chest scaled in armor of Fall.

Red as blood, blood of cowards,

Dark as death, death of blackhearted.

Her head was gilded with gold,

On belt, dagger Deorcblot,

Fated to cut, heart of Deorcwargu.

But instead, cut it will,

Heart of coward, of Seaxweard name.