At one, I fall in love. At two, you give me your smile. At three, I adore your touch. At four, a tender kiss… At five, we change our minds. A petal scatters through the air. At six, I fall in love~ At seven, you fall in love… At eight, we’re both in love. At nine, you know my heart. At ten, you’ve been waiting for me. At eleven, a precious whisper: ”Will you marry me?” At twelve, our two hearts are one. 12 petals, our love finally blossoms.
«Apple of Idun»
Every god never grows old Because of beautiful Goddess, Idun. Keeper of the apples of youth, Goddess of immortality.
Every god never grows old Idun, the wife of Bragi, Idun, Odin’s daughter in law~ The apples she keeps in her basket.
Without Idun, Every god would have succumbed to age. Even Thor, the strongest of gods, Would grow frail, Megingjard would Slip from his waist, and Mjolnir would never fly.
Without Idun, Every god would have succumbed to age. Loki was careless once, And made her lost to the gods, He was forced to get her back.
My goddess stands In the field of Asgard, She hands me fruit from heaven. You will be loved by every god… You will be blessed By every god…
If you share the Apple of youth with me, Even a bite of it with This poor poet. You will be loved by every god… You will be blessed By every god…
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«Drumming in the Battlefield»
The sounds of galloping A cloud of hazy dust Fills the setting sun. Thousand of eyes open Torches on the castle Flare like thousands of ifrits. Hear the throbbing of my heart, The blood flowing in my veins. Feeling the heaviness of my armor. The enemy has appeared before us. Beat the drums hard, harder! Courage, soldiers, march forward! Shout loud, soldiers, louder! Today will never come back! Stun the sky Provoke the earth. I feel my heartbeat again. Blow the bugle to Sway the fortress. Today will never come back!
«Valhalla»
Valhalla dazzles in gold The fifth as we know Is old Glast Heim! Glorious warriors answer The summons of Odin.
Palace of dead With a silver roof~ The third as we know… Valaskjalf! Glorious warriors answer The summons of Odin.
Five hundreds forty doors In the grad halls of Valhalla Fling open to the heart of a hero. Eight hundred warriors gather Under the will of God, and Charge as one out through These doors.
Godly warriors Step into Yggdrasil Towards their fate. With pride and honor, They accept Valyrie’s Welcome.
Warriors fallen in the battle In glorious clashes of red Death may have come, But your fame lives on And your spirit will be Led to Valhalla.