| Long is one night, and long the second one;
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| How can I… how can I wait through three?
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| Once a month… a month seemed less to me
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| Compared to this one night of waiting for her…
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| As dear to no man in days past
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| Was maid as she is to me:
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| But no elf, no god, will grant my prayer
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| That I may lie with her…
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| Hail to thee, Veraldur!!!
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| Long is one night, and long the second one;
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| How can I… how can I wait through three?
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| Once a month… a month seemed less to me
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| Compared to this one night of waiting for her…
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| Arise, Skirnir, now ride swiftly to Frey, my son
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| And ask him this:
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| With whom is the Wise one so angry
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| So sad at hearth?
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| Hail to thee, Veraldur!!!
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| To stake life on the luck of the dice
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| Is better than to be a coward:
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| The day of my death is by fate
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| My time is fixed
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| Night has fallen:
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| Now we must ride over the misty mountains
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| The fells of the troll-folk;
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| We shall both arrive or both fall
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| …into the hands of Gymir
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| Hail to thee, Veraldur |