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Galdorsang
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Folklore I curse the hag that stole me
Bathed me in Mimir’s well.
For I saw how the gods would one day wake.
How with Fenrir’s howl the brave would quake.
How the rainbow bridge would fall.
When the world tree shakes,
And the cold seas boil,
Poisoned, in the serpent’s coil.
While wolves devour the moon and sun
And Thor is lost in a fight he won.
How Sutr’s fire will light our pyre
When this our world has gone.
But worst of all the things I saw
Was the marvel of bright Baldur’s hall,
Where the skald's song
Holds the feast in thrall.
But for all that I could see
There was no place in that hall
For me!
