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
I have never been here
nor will I ever truly be
caught in two times, I am tethered
to the omnipresent we
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
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.