Chant with me one last time time, share with me this last swig of fermented heresy
Let me fall with the cricket cracket of me first love
Me father's bethrotal to ye
Aye, she weeps intoxicated on Ægir's brew
Rabid splinters exalting my blood across these toiled expressions of me last wafting conquer
A failure
I've failed you mother, father
Me flask holds no Giant's blood
I bare no Dragon's horn atop this acursed head
Me crew gone with the steel of swords and axes brewed in their sacrifice, their blood spilled in a lust for carnage
This spirit grows weak like the twinkle of yer dying stars, Nótt
Yet mother holds me, her sway gentle
And father covers me, his directions clear