The Doom of The Gods – bloodlust & cake
It sates itself on the life-blood Of fated men, Paints red the powers’ homes With crimson gore. Black become the sun’s beams In the summers that follow, Weathers all treacherous. Do you still seek to know? And what? – Völuspá February … Continue reading The Doom of The Gods – bloodlust & cake
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