The Dead Giant's Tale - SIG:AR:TYR

Beneath a single brightened star,

Spinning round both near and far

A frozen throne lies cold and sleeping

And held the giant, tall and weeping

«For eternal winters, lost in time,

I weep for all my etin kind

The blood that bonds both high and low

Runs ever through the ice and snow»

«I see thee men, once friend and foe

Heimdall’s children, seeds have sown

Still keep thy pure and blessed mead

Beneath the stars, beneath the tree»

«Yet new days dawn and Norns have spun

The final fate of Odin’s sons

Nine ages past, nine worlds collide

Drowning deep in crimson tides»

«You seek thy doom and freedom same

The need of ice and burning flame

The black stone wails for fallen kin

The high halls clash in storm and din»

«Foreign gods smite night and day

Temples fired, runes burned away

The elder ones of wayward kith

Bore strong new sons of eager frith»

«To hold the tide of kingdoms lost

To take the hammer to the cross

The blood skald sing your song and fame

Hero’s fane and martyr’s bane»

«I tell my tale of ages gone

Of eternal cycles soon to come

Heed my verse, for Heimdall’s horn

Hails now the end of etin-borne»