Solringen

Sola gjekk i ringen, sumaren sende
Hanar galar rismål for alvar i enga

Hanar galande, galdrar groande
Nornar spinnande, lagnadar bindande
Gudar gråtande, ulvar ulande
Ravnar ropande, risar sovande
Skuggar truande, aksen duvande
Rogne voksande, soli skinande
Ulvar jagande, soli flyktande
Hanar galande, galdrar groande

The Ring of the Sun

“The sun wheeled in its ring
the summer she sent
Roosters crowing waking songs
for elves in the meadow
 
strength in the body
growth in the earth
 
Roosters crowing – galders growing
Norns spinning – fates binding
Gods crying – wolves howling
Ravens shouting – giants sleeping
Shadows threatening – barley swaying
Fields growing – sun shining
Wolves hunting – sun fleeing
Roosters crowing – galders growing”

What have I done?

Plotted to kill my own sister. Killed more men than I can recall, including my own companions. Killed gods, bartered with demons, spoken with aliens, seen Death, made deals with ghouls, served the devil. Uncovered ancient secrets and learned forbidden lore that should have remained buried and forgotten. Sacrificed my integrity, my sanity, my morality…

All to stop the very benefactor that hired me from unleashing horrors that will end humanity. Using unholy artifacts that I unwittingly helped him locate and unearth in the first place.

What have I done? What in the hell am I doing?

Consorting with a highly questionable assortment of companions to say the least. And this boy…dare I call him that. Who seems to be the key to this whole debacle.

I need a very long holiday.