Gullveig - The Flight Of Sleipnir

Vigorous desires

By the way of gold

Witches plight to unfold

Rapacious nature

Shameless greed

All deplore her vanity

They smote the witch

With their lances fierce

They cast her to the fire

They looked on in disbelief

As she arose up from the pyre

From the embers renewed

With a mastery of spells

Thrice burnt and thrice reborn

This witch you cannot burn

When the embers fade

Mothers caught in her gaze

Winds of the end times swell

Begin the pilgrimage to Hel