Torvaldr Torgarson's Poetry


Blow the breath of Njord in
blasts so cold, the death of
snakes will seek out all the
stalwart feeders of the
wolf's teeth. Ware the march so
wet to tread on milk of
corpses. Till ends complete
clash of Valkyrie's choice.

Inspired by the descriptions of Estrella War.


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