Sneakolas
Elf Male
Not affiliated with an Alliance
I sought the songs
I sent the songs
when the deepest well
gave me drops so harsh
from the pledge of the Father of the Slain
I know it all, Odin,
where you hid your eye
Who will sing me
wrap me in death-sleep
when I walk the road to Hel
and the tracks I tread
are cold, so cold
Early, or in the grace of days,
the raven still knows if I fall
When you stand at Hel’s gate
and when you must tear yourself free
I shall follow you
over Gjallar Bridge with my song
You are freed from the bonds that bind you
You are freed from the bonds that bound you