Across the voids of space
the rivers, lands, and hills that I traverse
the rivers, lands, and hills that I traverse
with long-dead grace
I travel as the echoes of a curse
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.