Dead Giant - "Now that I have shown the past, we must sail for what comes to pass, Your blood kin break the circles fate, to turn the tides with might and hate!"
She sees smoke rise upon the hill Clouding all with ash and hate Robes of black, strike the brand Consuming all, the mind and flesh
Strength lies not with foreign spawn The blood's venom the heart of winter The ice and fire of primordial ken Last eternal ages, beyond dying suns
She scribes the runes in ancient stone For they burn not, and glow in fire Bind runes she reddens, cruel ones To fetter the martyr's sheep
Now she is found by the robed man The dress is torn, and she is held down To receive his foul seed, but now he lies fallen, her thorn deep in his neck