I was alone, captive to the darkest demons spurned of joyous companionship The Rakshasi kept me torn brought only grief Only tears could bring me to sleep
Hope was not only lost but forgotten Only despair could be begotten and so the Hero waited for he would not entangle himself with a she-demon once more
He was not the Trickster Loki But Baldur the Benevolent, who would not trespass the good with Angrboda. I, Thor, looked for my Sif, with long, fair, golden hair Hair to prevent me from despair Yet not golden in the flesh Golden of the finest quality of spirit A person with whom I could mesh
All I found was shock when like Hercules I would find my love after labor Yet not twelve tasks for that was too much to ask One labor, one of the mind in order to find the Kind
I glanced upon the maiden And what came was paralysis Paralysis for knowing what was to come could only be of heaven And a story by the Fates to be woven
Her beauty was merciless Next to her everything appeared to be wilted When we will be united, every cold Night shall turn into the long illustrious day I’ll know no Fear Because I’ll be so beautifully contaminated Next to her the Sun appears Black for she is so bright my great qualities shall be brought to light
When I am with her I feel as if I am lifted off to Mars, the world around me , 10,000 degrees The wonders I experience because of her I see 1000 colors, because I’ll be so contaminated Now I don’t think back for never before have I been so beautifully drugged