Vile murderers, men forsworn And artful seducers of other mens wives: Nidhogg sucks blood from the bodies of the dead The wolf rends them. Well, would you know more?
In the east dwells a crone, in Ironwood: The brood of Fenris are bred there Wolf-monsters, one of whom Eventually shall devour the sun. The giants watchman, joyful Eggthur Sits on his howe and harps well: The red ****, called All-Knower Boldly crows from Birdwood.
I feel I should start from the beginning. That passage is just badass. Heidi men call me when their homes I visit, A far seeing Volva, wise in talismans. Caster of spells, cunning in magic. To wicked women welcome always. Arm rings and necklaces, Odhinn you gave me To learn my lore, to learn my magic: Wider and wider through all worlds I see.
Fenrir is a demonhound. Outside I sat by myself when you came, Terror of the gods, and gazed in my eyes. What do you ask of me? Why tempt me? Odhinn, I know where your eye is concealed, Hidden away in the well of Mimir: Mimir each morning his mead drinks From Valfather's pledge. Well would you know more? Of Heimdal too and his horn I know. Hidden under the holy tree Down on it pours a precious stream from Valfather's pledge Well would you know more?
