I see Asgard built anew Gleaming over Ida’s plain. I have spoken. Now I sleep Till the world’s tides turn again.
On what was once the battlefield
A New Age dawns. Its children
Find the golden gaming-boards
Of bright Asgard, the fallen.
New runes will come to Odin’s heirs,
New harvests will be gathered.
The fallen will come home.
The child Will liberate the father.
I see Asgard built anew
Gleaming over Ida’s plain.
I have spoken. Now I sleep
Till the world’s tides turn again.
