The Curse Of Andvari

Strongest and the eldest son of the Dwarven throne
Guardian of your father's glittering home
The Gods have killed Ótr
Bind them so they cannot leave.

Sent by the mighty Hreidmar, Loki quests to find the one
Who could provide compensation for the murder of a son
To free the Gods from bondafe and the blood fued it could bring
Exploitation of Andvari and the curse of his magical ring.

The Curse of Andvari.

Returning with gold that they sought after
The cursed sons have killed their royal father
Oh, foolish regin, this ne found wealth is mine.

Taking Ótr's wergild to possess it as his own
He ran deep into the forest to indulge in greed alone
Spreading breath of poison so that no one could go near
Twisted by Andvari's Curse, behold the terror, Dragon Fafnir.

Ill-tempered, my brother. I will return for revenge
Rise Sigurd!

Foster-son Sigurd, with Gram by your side, you're a hero to all
Time you must bide, in trenches deep
Strike pounding thunder, Fafnir must die! Sigurd!

Stabbing pain from trenches deep, into the ground the dragon bleeds
Stabbing pain from trenches deep, into the ground the dragon bleeds
Whispered words of treachery, sent to kill for Dwarven greed.

Fates will claim eternally, the poison-breath of endless greed
Dragons band, this nightmare killed by tempered blade of Sigurd's steel.