"Skirnir" lyrics
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
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
Writer(s): Markus Tuemmers
