Letras
Born from wisdom
Shaped in light
Carved from gods
Forged in might
The halls grow silent
Shadows loom
A drink of blood to end the bloom
Knowledge hoarded
Wisdom stained
A life is lost
A curse remains
Drekkið djúpt
Skáldsins böl
Blóð og mjöður
Eitt er skjól
The gods will watch
The fates will turn
From blood to mead
The voices burn
Knowledge stolen
Wisdom flies
Through death and dust
The poet cries
Í blóði rista
Í örlög skrifa
Orð lifa
Meðan lík förlátast
The cup is raised
The gods go blind
A poet's voice lost in time
Taken in greed
Stolen in spite
Drowned in red
Yet bled in white
Guðir horfa
Örlög snúast
Frá blóði til mjöð
Raddir glóðast
Viska stolin
Speki hljómar
Í dauða og mold
Skáldið grætur
Through blood and fate
The song remains
A mead of truth
A poet's chains
Í blóði og örlögum
Söngur lifir
Mjöður sannleikans
Skáldsins fjötrar