These hands from the Jörmungandr
And this blade is a lighting bolt
There will no be pain
There will only be liberation
In you is the world concentrated
Elements aligned within as without
The same goes for you kin
As they are, you are
With flowers most beautiful
Full of life, in their prime, same as you
Is the place of your passing prepared
This not a moment of horror
None of this is in vain
Your shouts, curses, prayers
None of them are unheard
Here you lie, here's your answer
This is the peak of your journey
Can't you see
But it matters not, for your chains I know
This is done for me and for you the same
As I said it before
This you brought to yourself
My hand is that of justice
Your throat that of mercy
With flowers most beautiful
Full of life, in their prime, same as you
Is the place of your passing prepared
This not a moment of horror
Now, as the cut is done
And your blood flows
I feel myself lifted
My burden, my pain
It is no more
All I was is no more
Nothing was lost in transition
But everything through it gained
