Across the voids of space
the rivers, lands, and hills that I traverse​
with long-dead grace
I travel as the echoes of a curse​
Yðvarra.​
I have never been here​
nor will I ever truly be​
caught in two times, I am tethered​
to the omnipresent we​
Yðvarra.​
Even with the life I’ve led​
for as long as suns have shone​
only in my dying hour​
will I know the nature of my soul​
Yðvarra.​
I will wait ‘till we are wed​
and I will kneel before your throne​
when I gaze upon the tower​
I will finally be whole​

æ yðvarra er ey hann.​