Live the descendants of the Giant Ymir the Old.
Sunna' s rays barely shine in this desolate place,
On those shadowy figures of the ancient Jotun race.
Swift currents of air produce a high pitched note that sings,
In these frigid gale force winds blows snow that painfully stings.
The glaring bright white snow blanket for most would blind,
After a millennium of evolution it doesn' t affect this Jotun kind.
In this brutal land that for many would be most dire,
Without light, without heat, without a log for a fire,
These hearty Frost Giants have lived well and multiplied,
In a land unforgiving where so many others have died.
Out of rock and ice they make their weapons of war,
And learn how to fight against bitter enemies like Thor.
They stand honorable and proud, their lands of ice to defend,
An angry and fearless people who will fight to the bitter end !
- Glenn Bergen, Copyright, 2013.