Three fires are burning within me,
three fires, no less and no more;
three flames are flickering in me
that drive me and dance at my core.
The first is faith, the bright lantern
with a steady beacon of light
that shines on the path I wander
to guide me by day and by night.
The second is poetry´s madness,
three blazing horns in my head,
that spark off rapturous gladness
when words to wod are wed.
Love´s third, the ardent desire
where self to Self is burned;
I willingly mount the pyre
where Embla to Ash is turned.
Three fires are burning within me,
In my head, in my heart, in my soul,
three brands are raging in me
and all they consume, they make whole.
