The Norn's decided my life' s path such a long time ago,
Showed me visions of things I did not want to know.
My deeds have not been special, my honor not great,
I fear my work for the Gods will not change my fate.
I am weary of life, feel that I have lived much too long,
My enthusiasm is now weak, where once it was strong.
I find myself looking behind me, when I should look ahead,
My days are now numbered, and I soon will be dead.
As I cross the river Gjoll, over the Gjallarbru bridge to Hel,
Where those who die of old age and sickness now dwell.
I will look over my years that have been filled with such strife,
And only then be relieved that no longer will I be weary of life.
- Glenn Bergen, Copyright, 2013.