Drýsill - Sólstafir

Hann liggur loks í jörðinni

Með glottið enn þá á

Minnti þig á höggin og bólgan var blá

Höndin límd á skóflunni

Blóðið storknað þurrt

Dimman dal hann bjó til þú gengur burt

Í hellinum bjó

Drýsill í gervi prins þig inn dró

Svart augnarað

Með bros á vör og nautnarsvip saltaði sár

Kveðjan er kær

Því hans koss á vör minnti leður sem slær

Orð leyndarmál

Lék hann sér þar til marraði í beinum og sál

Falinn í mold

Hann dvelur nú í skugga, kulda og sorg

Vargurinn var

Í innsta vígi hann atgeirinn bar

Engin var von

Fyrr enn skildi var lyft og þú upp úr slíðrinu dróst!

He is finally lying on the ground

With the grin still on

Reminded you of the bumps and the inflammation was blue

The hand is glued to the shovel

The blood clots dry

The dark valley he created until you walk away

In the cave lived

Drysill in an artificial prince pulled you in

Black eye row

With a smile on his face and a happy face, he wounded

Yours sincerely,

Because his kiss on the lip reminded me of leather that strikes

Word secrets

He played until he was pounding in the bones and soul

Hidden in the dust

He now dwells in shadow, cold and sorrow

The wolf was

In the innermost fortress he carried his beak

There was no hope

Earlier, the shield was lifted and you pulled out of the sheath!