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!

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