End of Serpents' Comfort
Sunna's gaze lights paper / petals float on Skollvaldr's seas
Steel geese have torn the neck's burden / stout twin trees of the sole twisted
The kernel of the corn sheaf bursts forth / breathing blackened corpse dust
Speak well of the small kindnesses / and rend the seethers into disregard
Sing memory's triumph / at the sweet end of serpents' comfort.