Nine Worlds - The Flight Of Sleipnir

The Ancient sun sets, I rise again

I rise again

Journey Long and toilsome

I stand before the spring

Before the spring

Waters flow beneath me

The eyes of the one who knows

The one who knows

Water which spouts my judgment

Nine worlds my final home

My final home

Searching, through wind and summer’s rain

Searching, for my hasted shallow grave

Forgotten by the hall up high Forgotten but glory shall be mine