19 May 2012
How beautiful, little dwarves, Your necklace seems to be. Beautiful beyond compare Would you give it me? No, you say? How terribly odd To deny a goddess her way. Don't you know who I am Small craftsmen in your cave? I promise you all the gold In Midgard, Asgard and Valhalla Surely that is enough To sway you on the matter? What say you? No again. Whatever do you crave? Oh my, well that's something. All four of you? You little knaves!
Brinsingamen did call to me More than any other piece. It's really quite extraordinary Craftsmanship at its peak. But, I dare not speak to anyone Of how I acquired these gems Lest they call me harlot, whore, For lying with four little men.
Brinsingamen • Opuss № I