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
(Inspired by the Skirnismal)