00:00:00.000All of the twin, stronger and strong, all through the beautiful, alone, the sun got good,
00:00:19.000sure and bright, as love's fire, as all of life.
00:00:27.000His own house bride blake, on whose columns bowed the greatest champions, that we call the dead, who would lie.
00:00:38.500For wise was he, and many curious acts, postures of ruin, and hating her team, unhappy, but that art he didn't know, to keep his own life safe, and see the sun.
00:01:00.500Dreams of the dark did haunt him nightly. Messages of will foretelling hell's new guest. To that god his slumber was most afflicted. His auspicious dreams seemed departed.
00:01:24.660From the forest, break up every song, that we hear, which send to every, every, every thing,
00:02:22.920Farabalder, disgusted for hell's embrace, slain by a kinsman they do.
00:02:52.900The king of men with speed, and saddled straight, his cold black steed.
00:03:02.460Down the yawning steed he rode, that leads to hell's rear abode.
00:03:10.060The valus price, pronounced in accents red, the thrilling place that wakes the dead.
00:03:19.380Hail from out the hollow ground, slowly breathed a sullen sound.
00:03:27.280Onward hold it, crisp, this wedge of wheat, for message of hope, alas, to which the valestine did.
00:03:39.380In the caverns of the west, by Odin's fierce embrace compressed, a wondrous voice shall rend up there, who ne'er shall form his raven hair.
00:03:57.380Nor wasp his bishop in the stream, Nor see the sun's departing beam,
00:04:07.380Till he of roder's corpse shall smile, Blaming on the funeral mile.
00:04:19.380Now, Oten, heed me hence and boast at home, that never shall inquirer come, to break my iron sleep again, till Loki has burst his tenfold chain.
00:04:36.700Never till substantial night has resumed her ancient rite, till wrapped in flames, in ruined earth, sinks the fabric of the world.
00:04:54.700Why the gold did Wotan return, Wotan did return, from oil, why the gold did he return,
00:05:14.980A swage of fear by freedom telling of the comfort
00:12:20.660So all the clore lay fouldered dead, and round him lay thickly through swords, axes, darts, and spears, which all the gods had forged, had idly thrown at boulder, whom no weapon pierced or clothed, but all the rest stood fixed.
00:12:49.240A little bow of mistletoe, which no key their fuser gave to hodder, and unwittingly ploughed.
00:13:01.240It's there to follow, and bother the life no charge.0.92