Thyrfing

I live in the moutain hall deep under the earth
Where Odyn's eye never has seen
I hate the white aesir and the sons of earth
Those who bow to gods, thoe whom I despise
I enjoy nocturnal storms
I tramp the greed of the fields
I breal the keels, I mislead the wanderer
I enjoy when he fears
(When the giant laughs)
I can stand the day bright as it shines
When valkyries wave their bloodred wings
Oh, now beautiful the raven's flight