Jutul

They was tricked With its dreaded paragon The creatures in the folklore They were thougt to be huge Having a taste for power Within a thousand years Piles of silver stones Grasping for immortality Laying hands on these Until the sunrise caught them Two armies will remain The repugnant will rise In the unknown sea Held under a spell Their victims were weak Upon release or escape In the unknown sea Held under a spell Their victims were weak Upon release or escape They buried their dead In caves Our ancestors in this burial chamber As the foils of heroes with six heads Throw stones at them And destroy In the unknown sea Held under a spell Their victims were weak Upon release or escape

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 14, 2026