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Thrym's Demise
The Crusher bereft,
Asgard in peril.
They will soon march,
on the bridge of flames,
to sow their mischief,
misery and destruction.
Njord's daughter
was the prize,
the thurses lord desired.
No wights may hold,
Vingthor's hammer,
unless she was brought,
as a bride for Thrym.
There then he,
the White god,
suggested to bring the Thunderer,
to the thurses lord,
under the guise of F...
Tuesday 12th January 2016 1:59 am
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