The Reckoning of Man

I remember the shining sanguine Sun

the frozen forests and fallen leaves,

and the hollow hill under the sky.

I remember the complex cold caverns,

the long tranquil tunnels

and the large underground lakes.

I remember the dim depths of the Earth,

the lucid lady in the light

and her sacred stanza.

I remember the bright beast in her boat,

the tall troll telling her tales,

and the honey in the haunted hollow.

I remember the protected password,

the secret soothing symbol

and the old Oðal objects.

I remember the red runes on the rock,

the spell of seeing being sung,

and the bold opening up of the beautiful burrow.

I remember the coming of man reborn,

the birth of Baldur the bright,

the return of a world that was woefully lost.