Point me where Tyr, left me the tears of Mimir,
I will eat that Idunn’s power apples.
Then if Sif pursed my goats,
i will take the oath of loving towards
all maiden that defy those heavens.
Oh what beaut, u r, but i am not like that,
yet still a pretty boy that makes
everyone blush in your stead,
then onto that hall of old, i am near.
Don’t slip mighty Baldr, if i put you arse in
that hall dead again,
Ragnarok will be the butt of me.