Off the shores of Jötunheim,

There stands a mighty gate.

Portal to the wisdom well,

When the tide runs late.

 

You may someday ride your dreams

Upon an ocean’s wave.

Ride the Astrol Sleipnir

To Eye of Oden’s grave.

 

If you ever make it there,

Drink some mead for me.

Then, ask a question for a cure

For man’s stupidity.