Scaffolds of the north.

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.

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