Firmly risted in hidden recess until Ragnarok.
Fetching yet another unlovable stretch to love:
Branches in wait here, all too dead calm
before, as foretold is; We can gather to the mould
as love’s owned and dying breed: Caught,
while sea mist rises inside the birchleafrains
The leaves down in the slush dampen hard steps.
The lacking; root to crown, severely drains this world.
But, wilted flowers recall that they won against darkness!
WE ARE HERE! CAN NOT LOVE OR BE LOVED ENOUGH!
Welcome, to our rich camp’s unity
there Sun will hand us his friendliest reverence
from forestkissed skies freed from uncertainty
inside of dusk and dawn, dear Light of excellence!
VALUABLE LIFE FINDS THE HIGHEST FUTURE,
SO HASTEN ― STRENGTHEN NEW DAYS ON THE PATH!
RIGHTS TO CLARITY ARE THE WORLDS’ SOLVED ANSWER:
THE GODS WILL REMAIN!