I have heard the prophecy Its about to be fulfilled Hards the world sinners grow And the man no longer spare Feel the breeze of severe winds Three full seasons without breaks Seething flames burning hills World is lost in venom flood Too late the Gods realized who I am In many shapes I threaten the man My daughters HEL, Goddess of death Chaos has now its former shape Here we are Raise Bore with them the germ of death Gods are doomed to be slained Hard is the world sinner grows And the man no longer spare I have seen the tragedy Will the Gods be back again ? Seething flames burning hills World is lost in venom flood Too late the gods realized who I am In many shapes I threaten the man My daughters HEL, Goddess of death Chaos has now its former shape Here we are Raise
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