The Shield Unbroken
Randgrithr
Thankless are their tasks
Merciless is their mercy
Woe betide the one who asks!
Agony is Urd's spinning
Verdandi weaves pain's weft
None escape Skuld's cutting
Who of compassion are bereft
Ones the Norns grace overmuch
Tomorrow they are gone
Power, greed and evil
Play out into the dawn
Speak ye to the Wyrd Sisters
And thus you risk their wrath
They'll tell to you a half-truth
Then set you on the path
Desperate lies are shouted
To a well-gulled populace
Urd gathers in the heartache
Of the wronged whom they bless
Verdandi comes a-weaving
Her Sisters' threads of need
Of ice and of the hailstone
Valkyrie-pain - tough cord indeed!
Skuld smiles and runs her scissors
O'er the threads she's soon to half
Her name means "Debt", and know this:
That the Norns know how to laugh!
Oh they have little time for love,
Their lives the loom, shears and distaff
But the Norns have one emotion truely
They do know how to laugh!
Enemy mine, before my beloved
You shouted that I was a whore
And laughing then you walked away
Thinking we both did ignore
Enemy mine, before my beloved
You shouted that I was a whore
But we stayed our hands, we lovers of peace
And this the Nornir saw
Enemy mine, the wyrd you would wish
Upon me will never hold true
Your words return, oh how they burn!
When they are directed at you!
Randgríðr