Becoming The Eye — Thyrfing

I heard the last root break, and the steps nine I felt the branch that fell and the slithering snake

Wind from the west – speak Wind from the east – speak Wind from the south – speak Wind from the north – destroy

I saw the wolf coming in the light of a burning blade I embraced the end, deep down the buried water

Devoured were the sun, by birth another was given A beautiful burning daughter, rising proud towards the sky

As the earth trembled, and the stars they fell Deep down the buried water, I shall become the eye

Over the green grass, Gods they wander Are we descendents of them? Who suffered the flames and the kingdom of death or the stillborn of the last breathing two Them who lived of dew If so... I am becoming the eye

Wind from the west – speak Wind from the east – speak Wind from the south – speak Wind from the north – destroy