Daughter of Imir - Astarium

She comes to those who die on the field of battle

I saw her, when lying half-dead in agony’s fetters

She danced among corpses, her body was like

Ivory, and her hair shone with gold in moonlight

In her eyes played strange color.

Her curls were like gold of elves

The sun played on it so brightly that were painful for my eyes

Her puffy scarlet lips smiled, and all of it, from chiseled feet

To the radiant whirlwind of hair, was like a dream

I lay in pool of blood and howled like dying dog

Cause I didn’t have strength to crawl after her

She’s luring fighters from battle to the icy desert

So that her brothers could bring new hot hearts

In sacrifice to Imir!