Never Will You Know of Flesh Again - King of Asgard

Echoes from the past

Exhaled into air

Who telleth of secrets

That ages kept

Scorn the bliss — you’ll never possess

Live through me — until that day

You bid us fall

Sharpened claws and worn wings

That stood the ravages of time

Rise from ash, to the heights

Never will you know of flesh again

A shadowed arcane heritage

That strenghten in distress

A monument of cold design

I shalt become…

…when you shalt fade!

Never will you know of flesh again

Scorn the bliss — you’ll never possess

Live through me