Odin's one eye… frost in the stitch
Raven's dry cry… I died in a ditch
Nine nights I hung — no breath, no air
Forgive me… Baldr's not there
Mistletoe stick… pierced through the mild
Baldr the quick… became a dead child
I brought my throat — I brought my hair
Forgive me… silence is his prayer
Loki, you snake… dripping in chains
Laugh for my ache… I carry my stains
Fenrir yawns wide — jaw like a door
Tyr has one hand… he's not asking for more
Wolf in the frost… teeth on the bone
Tyr doesn't speak… he sits on a throne
They watch from the dark — rope on the floor
Forgive me… I've knelt here before
No thunder… no whisper…
No bite… no kiss…
Just my own fever…
…and gods in the abyss
Gods in the abyss
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