Skirnir

Long is one night, and long the second one
How can I.... how can I wait through three?

Once a month.... a month seemed less to me
Compared to this one night of waiting for her.

As dear to no man in days past
Was maid as she is to me
But no elf, no god, will grant my prayer
That I may lie with her.

Hail to thee, Veraldur!

Long is one night, and long the second one
How can I.... how can I wait through three?

Once a month.... a month seemed less to me
Compared to this one night of waiting for her.

Arise, Skirnir, now ride swiftly to Frey, my son
And ask him this
With whom is the Wise one so angry
So sad at hearth?

Hail to thee, Veraldur!

To stake life on the luck of the dice
Is better than to be a coward
The day of my death is by fate
My time is fixed.

Night has fallen
Now we must ride over the misty mountains
The fells of the troll-folk
We shall both arrive or both fall
....into the hands of Gymir.

Hail to thee, Veraldur.