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Lokasenna
Talk of weapons and might in war* You are swollen with pride Bale and hatred i bring for you O sons of the glorious gods
Ithun you are of women most lustful in love Since thy washed-bright arms did wind about Your brothers slayer
Ægir No such feast shall you make no more Over all you have which is here within 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Shall play the flickering flame
Though on the rocks the gods bind me With bowels torn Forth from my frost-cold son I was first and last
I mix their mead with venom I Wolf-Father
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