Mouldy Egwin made thee blush,
But mortal now I tell thee hush;
There’s secrets here that costeth life,
Words that could cause a pile of strife.
You’re digging deep into the dark,
Don’t think this is some kind of lark!
When Niflheim should first rear its head,
Well mortal then you would infact be dead!
The world in which you choose to live
Formed within the great divide.
On one side, fire and burning coals
And on the other, just frozen souls!
Our Empress and our Royal Queen
Is often here but rarely seen.
Quick to temper, harsh and queer;
She owns our souls and binds us near.