Ice first
the last deserves
a body of earth
the fire to curse
a tree
a light
with sparks
o' night
this land
this home
four corners
we roam
tonight we fly
tonight we fight
tonight we stomp
tonight we strike
tonight we sing
tonight we eat
tomorrow will come
and now we sleep
mourning
in morning
the wolf devoured the moon
lost
and lonely
he comes again soon
I met o' a meadow
I crept on a creek
twelve rivers divide you
in the nine worlds we seek
giants
or gods
great odin
he sought
to create
us as humans
and the earth
we forgot
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