Like a winter king in a glacial cave
Níðhöggr stretching out to feast on a grave
whilst ice giants follow like an endless wave

flashing aurora on the dome of /bant/heim.
Oppressing silence makes the eardrums a-chime
as wakeful anon stays up past his bedtime.

This place houses the suffering
The waking snow-faced ogres,
conversing in idle stutterings
reminding themselves:
It's over.