A Nordic Poem

When the Moon still was young and the mountains were tall In the realm of the Tuatha De Danann, My delight was the sound of the hammer and forge Shaping bronze into weapons of war. When the Heroes of Dawn put the ginats to the sword Strong was Cuchul

En sommarnatt Varmen ligger tat Sover och latt bedovar Men Harald, han Sover inte sott Nagot hans somn berovar Flickan brevid Hon var natt och grann Fager som manens strimma Harald nervos Vagar inte be Om dansen i nattens timma Dansen i nattens timma

Great God of the storm, Ruler of the skies above, Mighty ever-warrior Thor Thy name we call Descend to Midgard Great God of the gloom, We summon you! Rhyming with thunder, chanter the holy Galder! Modi, Thruder, Magni - Thor! Master of the tempest, l

Child of atrocity - Progeny of Hel Son of maiden fell; Bound in dwarven chain Helpless roar in rage! Time for stars to fall Ragnark's inaugural call! Odin holds the prophecy scroll. Release the beast! Fimbul winter comes Fires dying fast! Wolf-song r