Antler

Resounding thunder, burning ground,

Will save you now mortgaged blade?

Huge rocks like leaves are whirling round,

Is this your time, valourious Freyr?

 

Long-haired lord of boars and deer,

Undaunted warrior full of grace,

Your flaming heart knows no fear

In front of Muspell’s hideous face.

 

No way to stay alive, you know it,

But you don’t care for vile dreams.

Your battle cry comes out loud,

Your shining gaze furiously gleams.

 

And useless hope of dying world  

In sharpest antler in your hand -

Soul of deer against the sword,

Against the tempest –grain of sand.