Gjeldslave

Rage at the Kosm, my living like this Pulled from the freedom of sweet nothingness And forced to subsist! to work! to exist! For what? Fleeting moments of happiness? Subjugate yourself to the land's owner (Sacrifice your time, your body, your will) While he pays you a few measly kroner For the house you've built on top of his hill Honest trade for the fruits of your labour? Free me from this seiðr that binds dear Völva The borrower is slave to the lender And I refuse to remain gjeldslave Scarcely could I believe we were forsworn Saddled like cattle for the few highborn.