Ormsöngr

Once again, the mystery repeats,

undulating, circulating, whole;

In the place where tail & forked tongue meet.

Herald in a fearful lamb's last bleats

(mercy for the sacrificial foal),

once again, the mystery repeats.

It is not her telltale heart that beats,

nor of those still swarming with the shoal

in the place where tail & forked tongue meet.

Smouldering a flame of once great heats

(pity to he who still stokes the coal),

once again, the mystery repeats.

He will not be at the final feast,

nor among those unbegotten souls

in the place where tail & forked tongue meet.

Those like he, of self-fulfilled defeats

stay awaiting bells that will not toll.

In the place where tail & forked tongue meet

Once again, the mystery repeats