The Wanderer of Nine Worlds

He walks some paths no man have seen
Through frost and flame, through ash and green
Clothed in gray and staff in hands
He knows the tales of every lands

Hann vandrar, kannast vind-túlkar fylgjan
Sýn sýnir, þó svo mætir
Jarðkonur rún-kunnverr

She sees the lights in more than lives
He tests their truth where there are lies
He drinks with kings, he sleeps with nuns
A shadow bound to the seventh sons

Hann vandrar, kannast vind-túlkar fylgjan
Sýn sýnir, þó svo mætir
Jarðkonur rún-kunnverr
(Fylgjan)

The sound of wings above, the hanged man's prayer

Hann vandrar, kannast vind-túlkar fylgjan
Sýn sýnir, þó svo mætir
Jarðkonur rún-kunnverr
Hann vandrar, kannast vind-túlkar fylgjan
Sýn sýnir, þó svo mætir
Jarðkonur rún-kunnverr
Hann vandrar, kannast vind-túlkar fylgjan
Sýn sýnir, þó svo mætir
Jarðkonur rún-kunnverr

A single thoughts: That s fate
Only the will has some spell