Oðinn


Nine miles tall is my silver throne;
Taller than the pines is my strong steel sword.
Brighter than the sun my eye shines lone;
Deeper is my strength than the deepest fjord.

Quaking in my presence are the cold jötunns,
Damned to the desolate land of Niflheim.
By my word the darkness runs
Out of realms of all kind.

My brother betrays me and my people fall,
But with their blood I still rise.
I reclaim the lands with one single call;
With Mimir and my ravens I expose all lies.

Ragnarök is coming and Åsgard quakes;
Midgard trembles at Fenrir’s angry roar,
But we shall live on as the end takes
All life and we turn to ash and lore.

@GvHabsburgragnarok

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