Gremnîr

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Inspired by ceremonial music of the Shoshone peoples, and Eivør's 'Trollabundin'

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In the well of ink he stood… there he stood.

Voicing tales of madness and blood… madness and blood.

With his song he claimed my soul… claimed my soul.

I heard Gremnîr’s song and paid his toll… paid his toll.

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Come ye countless masses,

Broken, sick, and torn I

Bear a gift born from darkness,

Dominate and spread my storm!

 

In the well of ink he stood… there he stood.

Voicing tales of madness and blood… madness and blood.

Now Gremnîr's wisdom flow through me… torments me.

Demons born of his words now collude and kindle my screams!

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Come ye countless masses,

Broken, sick, and torn I

Bear a gift born from darkness,

Dominate and spread my storm!

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In my dreams I saw his phantom

Standing tall in ocean inky.

Drum of power struck me,

And I knelt before his storm's roar.