A pyre burns in a far-off place
I have no tears to shed
My Jotun-children are fettered
And my Asa-children dead
My wife grieves here by my side
In chill of the gloomy cave
The last gift drips down on my face, the one that Skadi gave
It burns within the wooden bowl
The venom dark and grim
For eternities the dripping scolds
Upon my flaming skin
Each time my love takes the bowl
To throw it all outside
My pain is said to shake Midgard whole
Until the time is right
I will cast aside my bonds broken in my rage
For all the death and suffering
Upon my children made
Sarenth Odinsson 