Becoming the Eye - Thyrfing

I heard the last root break

And the steps nine

I felt the branch that fell

And the slithering snake

Wind from the west — speak

Wind from the east — speak

Wind from the south — speak

Wind from the north — destroy

I saw the wolf coming in the

Light of a burning blade

I embraced the end

Deep down the buried water

Devoured were the sun

By birth another was given

A beautiful burning daughter

Rising proud towards the sky

As the earth trembled

And the stars they fell

Deep down the buried water

I shall become the eye

Over the green grass

Gods they wander

Are we descendents of them?

Who suffered the flames

And the kingdom of death

Or the stillborn of the last breathing two

Them who lived of dew

If so … I am becoming the eye

Wind from the west — speak

Wind from the east — speak

Wind from the south — speak

Wind from the north — destroy