One-eyed Odin, all-knowing, all wise,
Loki the trickster, the thief of gold hair,
Ravens and wolves'eyes and ears of the gods.

One-handed Tyw and the jaws of the wolf.
Thor drinking deep from the dregs of the sea.
Serpent encircling the bowels of the earth.

Mortal and vulnerable are these strange gods,
subject to elements, emotions and death.
Despite all their power, these gods still can die.

Locked with the Giants in ever-deadly strife,
ended at Ragnorrak, the doom of the gods.
Urd, Skuld, and Verdandi cut the life threads.

Long gone are the days and might of the gods
Archaic, exhausted, their life's blood was spilt
The end of the old world, and the birth of the new.

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