we are old enough, but not forgotten and we sing high, deep in your soul. we are not simply turned into poetry, and still manage the jaunt step.
when you feel the forces, you do not know the senses more than what you see.
In birch heard Balders voice and vøvlen call from a basement.
Bjovulf and røskva advise you when you get lost in a foreign place.
The gentle sprinkling over your endearment is sent to you by karka.
You are never one when you're alone, but comfort of heroes you love.
Everything is happening, it has an intention and you will remember us, then you also know that life continues and the goal of it is that life continues and death makes a difference.
in the beginning was the beginning not begun.
Everything was nothing and nothing everything.
No heaven and no hell.
No day and no moon and sun.
it was the timeless hole without bottom and wall, and no effect.
Emptiness was unbearable and encircled his desert throat.
there was nothing, which nobody knows and nobody knows they do not know.
Ginnungagap called the no.
that was how nothing took its name .