Casting Instructions for 'Hymn to Fenrir'
Hail Lokis wolf son mightiest of sorrows who would devour all light and dark. With gleaming razors and hot breath. A never ending feast of spilled blood. Hail child of the witch queen. Wildest son of the iron wood. Blood-tinged, red-eyed, pain-driven beast. Bound fast wryd-wrapped in a rage. As tears roil around you in a great salt sea. There on the underside of the subcontious. Hail to you Fenrir son of Loki and agroboda.
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