By chance and yet by punishment
I have found you.
In the dwelling of ice and snow,
you are the warmth,
to set a path in that darken land.
Oh how your dear loveliness
has wrought burdens mischief to me,
my dear maiden.
My thoughts are of you,
the flame within the ice land.
You give me such loneliness,
by being so far.
You are an ill thing to me.
You are an omen and will cost me gravely.
Yet my love for you,
shall take better judgment of me.
Surrendering my pride; my magic sword.
The sword to protect me on the day of Ragnarok.
Without second thought I will give it,
and wait these nine nights to wed you.
Gerda, my dearest giant maiden.