Skirnir — Falkenbach

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