As I gaze through dead and frozen eyes,
I wonder what there is is to see
In a realm as neglected as this
The world was not alike this at the times when I roamed this earth
The tide has changed its rhythm,
And the seasons has morphed into a undecided mass
The earth is pale and white, yet still it is "summer"
I wonder where Nix went, perhaps he froze to his death
For his pond is iced and sealed for all thirsty creatures
I walk among them, these animals cast away…
When I lift up my flickering eyelid,
The one thing I see is an black and white scenery
Which is of tree, snow and northern lights
The stream I used to drink from,
Is now forever cold and damned by brother Njord
I wonder if I will make it,
To stand among the bravest of warriors aboard the Naglfar
I will tell my greatest regards to sister Sun and brother Moon,
And if I fail, there shall be another life for me
I walk this path of broken bones and bleaked woods,
And I shall wander 'til I find my promised land
Will you accompany me in the quest for the truth?
Or am I forced to wander this road all alone?
…. Not like it would be fairly too unfamiliar…
I have been deceived countless, and countless times again
By frightened and uncertain beings like the new kind…
I hope I shall not ever meet one old friend as one of those!
I yearn for your strength, my heathen god!
To salvage these foreign men who do not even dare a fight!
I shall protect this land for as long as I can,
Yet when I finally die, will you carry my soul?
To sail above the serpent's head, and enter your ancient hall
I hail thee, Odin of Valhalll!
And I hope for your ravens to warn me, when the tide has changed