Told by Grond/Hefnd, at the Burning Boar, with many rounds of drink
At the well’s end, the World-Tree’s root.
Three warriors stand, with weapons out.
Warg the One-armed, woe in his eye
By the Druid cursed, Grond draws blade high
Fair and fierce, pigless, dauntless
Bereaved Borga, without her Boar
The magic brew, clutched to her breast,
Paid at dear price, from perverse Ivar
Dark wights ‘round him, Dreki slumbers
Nidhogg’s taint spreads, spawned from Nilfheim
Soon he’ll succumb, and spell great doom
For this island, all it harbors
Face the heroes, a fearsome horde
Of shades twisted, sinister foe
With black magic, they blind and curse
And ragged claws, they reach at us
One-arm and Grond, march to greet them
With spell to hold, and sword to strike
Two pale figures, to push them back
While to the side, their true hope lies.
For Brave Borga, bold and agile
Dashes deftly, for Dreki’s maw
To deliver, while there’s still time
To purge the taint, the potent brew.
But with a snarl, and sudden leap
A dreadful wolf, Dreki’s summon
Charges at Grond, to maul her down
First blood is shed, its fangs cut deep
The warrior’s hurt, but not helpless
Draws on her sword, in her distress
To mend her wound, and wash away
The snake’s shadow, hold it at bay.
Mighty One-arm, with magic runes
Shrugs off the spells, of shades impure
And wills them back, by wind and fire
They surround him, but still he smiles.
By now Borga, ‘spite baleful foe
Draws near her goal, the great wyrm’s maw
But by the shades, her strength is leeched
Eyes unseeing, her will sundered.
As she staggers, her final step
With hand trembling, she holds up high
The druidic brew, Dreki’s last hope
Drink for Borga, for Death draws nigh!
So close, so far, now she falters,
For on her neck, the wolf’s maw shuts
As her last cry, is drowned in blood
Falls on her eyes, a deathly shroud
But in her breast, beats valiant heart
In her death still, ever stalwart
In stubborn rage, she reaches out
To drop the drink, in Dreki’s mouth
Drink for Borga, for by her hand
She has brought hope, to heal this land
And with her life, and sacrifice
Freed the Vaettir, to watch o’er us.
Now from her ash, I forge my sword
May it keep me, as brave and bold
This is my blade, we’re one and the same
Valiant our heart, vengeance our name.