Running through the maze of time;
Observing from an invisible field,
Passing the mimes of crime,
From which all fear is shielded.
Árvakr and Alsviðr* flee with the sun -
Sköll* hungrily pursues.
Two beauties protect as one;
Confusing the hungry wolf to the enclosure of the zoos.
But the pursuit of beauty is not easily confused;
Much like an ocean that floods a city.
The sun finally comes out bemused -
By all the havoc it caused because of an ignored bounty.
Insecurities and fears must be released;
Nature, beast and man must emerge as one -
Or the priests of time will find us all deceased,
Devoured by our own villains.