But that I feel they will curse thee, and hang upon thy…

But that I feel they will curse thee, and hang upon thy bones Fell shaking agonies, and in each wrinkle of that face Plant worms of death to feast upon the tongue of terrible curses!”

“Hela, my daughter, listen! Thou art the daughter of Tiriel. Thy father calls. Thy father lifts his hand unto the heavens, For thou hast laughed at my tears, and cursed thy aged father: Let snakes rise from thy bedded locks, and laugh among thy curls!”