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Through shadows and horrors, In worlds underground, Through sounds that appal And through sights that confound, I sought the Weird women Within their dark cell, And made them surrender Futurity's spell; I made them rune over The dim scroll so free, And mutter how Fate sped With lovers like me. Yes, maiden, I forced them To read forth my doom, To say how I should fare As jolly bridegroom. So Jarl Egill's love dared the world of grim shadows.

They waxed and they waned, They passed to and fro, While lurid fires gleamed o'er Their faces of snow;