The fire in the sky is extinguished
Blue waters no longer
Voices from the spirit world can be heard through the
En Edirnir tokulu lik Baldrs ok Flutti til saever. Hringhorni
I wonder how winter will be
With a spring that I
Hear my Sword
...in the Making
Of my Spell
Literally
Damkuna, Iftraga
Sheb
When night falls
She cloaks the world
In impenetrable darkness
A chill rises
Pat er upphaf pessar sogu at Baldr inn goda dreymdi
Tears from the eyes so cold, tears from the eyes,
Drums of war sound. Warriors are gathered to fight on
Hadnur the Blind shot the arrow that killed Fijo's good
Happy men and women follow a trail in the woods.
