Vorph "ги́ря" Valknut
Past on to rest from fistfight and ball
Gone is the love of your life
At where the grass yet don't grow at all
You look back at your buried wife
She from wine and liquor parted today
And with her all the joy that kept death away
Bottle who will now command thee?
Thirsty was she now have become deaths prey
We are all thirsty as can be.
Letra de Carl Michael Bellman, ano 1700; Música de Marduk, ano 2003