Song of the Fox, who’s tears created the Great Lakes of the World.
The skáld sings the first part of The Saga of Uthred.
A sweet little saga, that the skálds of the north sing on a dark cold night.
I have dreamt of a fox who was looking at me. I tried to reach out, but my arms were not long enough or it was too far… I can not say. But I know that it was telling me something… It was no battle, but a massacre. Yet the warrior survived… Sought refuge in the forest,...
If you truly love someone or something, you do not try to imprison them…
Countless stars upon an endless sky, Each bearing a dream fond by us. Nevertheless, to bring them nigh, To make it true, do as thus!