Storms are my shadow,
Cloaked in grey.
Lightning is my lamp,
flickering with flame.
Fog follows me,
rising from the two rivers.
Once, Crusher was stolen.
I wore a dress to get it back.
Nine steps I will take before I die,
after battering down the great wyrm.
That is my wyrd,
All-mighty Thórr's life thread.
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