Gullveig

Vigorous desires
By the way of gold
Witches plight to unfold
Rapacious nature
Shameless greed
All deplore her vanity

They smote the witch
With their lances fierce
They cast her to the fire
They looked on in disbelief
As she arose up from the pyre

From the embers renewed
With a mastery of spells
Thrice burnt and thrice reborn
This witch you cannot burn

When the embers fade
Mothers caught in her gaze
Winds of the end times swell
Begin the pilgrimage to Hel