Svartalfar (Revised)
we lie beneath the earth like stones and crawl like maggots beneath the ground we grow strong on the blood of war and we are many we are the thunder waiting for the lightning when loki shakes the ground with his rage and pain we dream cold dreams of days to come of blood so much blood to be spilled so long so long we have lain waiting our mail has rusted away but one day we will become triumph and glory the chosen of valhalla will die that day our blood will run together we will all burn and return to be part of the earth we who crawl like maggots in forgotten depths and the exalted ones all the same in glorious death on that day that glorious day oh glory glory glory