Sigrit's Prophecy
"My eyes see the end of your empire King Mithrüs,
Blood of the lamb is spilled, across the stones of the Ordloch Wall.
A storm will wreak havoc in the skies, raining ice down like arrows from the heavens, The drums of Valhalla sing for war in the thunder.
Fires will rage so brightly, it will turn the snow of your mountain tops to streams.
On the night where the moon is circled by cloud, you will be bathed in blood and screams that will ring dry-
Faces from your past return, with a cold unbridled vengeance, you will be struck down.
The Ordloch Wall will fall. Every brick crumbled, as the Great Treaties magic is revoked in foul accident. The nation unites in the Greatest war Ysgör has ever beheld.
You will outlive your empire King Storvald, you will lose it all in your lifetime. And you will know it is over when the last bird falls”
Date of First Recording
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