(Murmurs) - Perished, Yet Replenished

Entombed below ageless stone Succumbed by shrouds of pestilence Sleepless are they embraced by earth Unfettered are those in the grave. On pathways stretching into hollowness The condemned are deemed from misery On a three-legged horse she is seen striding Descending deeper into parallell realms. Obscured and shrouded, mouth of oblivion A well spiraling below stagnating feet Inhale embers that generated pandemonium Behold the heart of the maze, the womb. Initiated through the process of perishing Replenished, imbued, infinite, boundless A passage unto a silence so deafening Behind the false light, through the fog. Tramar gneypa Þik skolo gerstan dag Iötna görðom í; Til hrímþursa hallar Þú skalt hverian dag Kranga kosta laus, Kranga kosta vön; Grát at gamni Skaltu í gögn hafa Ok leiða með tárom trega.