The Sprite's yarn

lest it's not just and the wyrm devours him. For all traitors turn into serpents, cursed to walk between this world and the next.

Tell me the tale of Tyr from Loch. sleeping peacefully in the snow, in the winds and branches of the north, how deep is his slumber ?

Arise ye, guardian of Midgard. Remember, and avenge yourself.

Safeguard from wickedness, and earn your place in the heavenly fields.

Tell me who betrayed him, ere i pull this dagger from his chest.

(Ode of the Valkyrie)