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Érase una vez, mucho tiempo ha

en eras de los gigantes, había un peor mal

que aterraba a las aldeas, que causaba gran pesar.

Un maligno hechicero, docto en el obscuridad,

a las bestias las había, como a siervos sin rechistar,

a los hombres aterraba, les hacía de llorar.

Un joven muchacho, él era aprendiz,

su novia fue raptada, dispúsose de partir,

miedo no conocía, y en la su mano Stöðullsverd.

Brava espada de antaño, que el Mago no llegó a brandir,

desde el su palacio, le observa de cómo venir,

“Me casaré y comeré carne, y aquesa espada para mí”.

Mas el joven era tozudo, pararle nadie pudo,

“a grande fuerza te enfrentas, volverás sobre el tu escudo”,

con víveres ni para un día, con su corcer tomó la vía,

al Palacio del Mago Antiguo, donde Sol nunca nacía;

miedo no conocía

cualquier cosa mas no la huida

de corazón mucho sufría

al hogar no habría partida,

hasta del Mago tomar la vida.

“Enseñarle al mocoso he, donde no meter las napias”.

El Mago dio pie a fechorías,

a sus siervos mandó,

conjuró hechicerías,

muy pronto se vengó.

“Conocerán la furia del fuego y de la roca,

y con Stöðullsverd en mano les destruiré,

de sus cosechas dejaré pocas,

mas por ahora al muchacho matarlo he”.

Hay una fuerza que no conoce,

que está atravesando el bosque.

El joven héroe cabalgaba, a través de densos árbores,

su malla era de hierro pobre, su valentía de vivo fuego.

Mató a cinco gigantes, degolló a media horda de orcos

paró lluvias torrenciales, que hubo mandado el Mago.

Movíase por las sombras, en buscando aquése Palacio,

en el que todos cuantos fueron, hallaron un fin agrio.

“Ven pequeño, pez muerde el anzuelo,

que como si fueses un gusano,

te voy a aplastar en el suelo”,

“no tienes agallas, ni en el pecho te crece pelo”.

Al Mago invadíale la ira, ya había usado sus trucos,

decidió usar unas magias, de tiempos más ocultos.

Y el muchacho proseguía, ya cerca del destino,

“cuanto más cerca me hallo, más pierdo los estribos”,

mató a cientocincuenta, de los monstruos del foso,

todos los demás, huyeron temorosos.

Rajó todas las puertas,

las de metales las redujo a escudos.

“Muéstrate repugnante sapo, de Stöðullsverd serás la vaina”,

“no eres más que un inepto”, respondió el Mago.

“Acércate si tienes agallas, yo no dudo en que caigas”,

en los sus ojos había chispas, mas sentía un poco de miedo.

Los golpes de sus armas, se oían hasta en los cielos,

cayado contra espada, hechicero contra ensifero.

“Acabáronse los años, de tu poder y tu reino,

yacerás so las rocas, y contigo los de tu gremio”,

“lejos has llegado, pero aún cuan necio”.

Tintos estaban en sangre, tintos eran de rabia,

y el muchacho cayó herido, atravesáronle la malla,

fue por las espaldas, y el muchacho cayó herido,

fue por una magia, y el muchacho cayó tendido.

Agh.

“Llevadlo al bosque negro,

comerélo mañana,

ahora recuperarme debo,

de la su mala saña”.

Dijo el Mago,

y respondióle el muchacho:

“no has honor y eres,

un insulto a las magias,

no conoces amor y espero

que de castigo te valga”.

La su boca plena en sangre,

Muerte en los sus ojos,

plácido estaba,

para nada temeroso.

Mas no era el su momento,

y curósele la llaga,

luchando contra el hechizo,

a la su mano llegó el espada.

Raudo salió en busca, del su adversario,

ungidos desde los muertos, y con gran agravio,

encontróle reposando, robando energía,

le dio un espadazo, para arrebatarle la vida.

“Sácame el espada, daréte joyas y esclavos,

tendrás a todas las damas, que pueda desear un muchacho”,

“no me conformaré, hasta darte por matado”,

tras el diálogo le dijo, muy calmado:

“Mañana estaré aquí de nuevo, y luego vendré pasado,

hasta que sólo halle tus huesos, de un roto color albo”,

y el joven así lo hizo, como bien hubo dicho.

Liberó a todas las almas, tomó nupcias con su amada,

los que antes sirvieron al Mago, huyeron acojonados,

ya no había bestias ni gigantes, y espantó a los maleantes.

El bosque dejó de ser pétreo, animales lo repoblaron,

los habitantes perdieron el miedo, y a las tierras las cultivaron,

pero dícese que el Mago, aún mora mas muy cuitado,

y en su cor el joven sabe, paciente espera a la cacería;

miedo no tendría

por doquier le perseguiría

su corazón alto rugía

esperando la partida

hasta del Mago tomar la vida.

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THE SLEEPING WIZARD

Once upon a time, a long time ago

in times of the giants, there dwelled a worse evil

that frightened whole villages, that caused a great grief.

A malevolent sorcerer, learned in darkness,

beasts he had, as servants with no complain,

men he frightened, he made 'em cry.

A young boy, he was an apprentice,

his girlfriend was kidnapped, he decided to leave,

he knew no fear, and in his hand Stöðullsverd.

Angry sword of yore, that the Wizard did not brandish,

from his palace, he observes him to come,

"I shall get married and eat meat, and that sword for me".

But the young man was stubborn, no one could stop him,

"thou face a big power, thou will come back in thy shield"

with victuals not even for one day, with his stallion he took the road,

to the Old Wizard's Palace, where Sun did never bear;

he did not know fear

anything but not the scape

of heart he highly suffered

there was not trip home

until take the Sorcerer's life.

"I have to teach the boy where to not stick his noses".

The Wizard started misdeeds,

he sent his servants,

he cast spells,

soon he revenged.

"They will know fire’s and stone's rage,

and I shall destroy 'em with Stöðullsverd in my hand,

of their harvests I shall leave few,

but by now i have to kill the boy".

There is a might he does not know,

and it is now crossing the woods.

The young health rode, through deep vast trees,

his chainmail was of arm iron, his ellen of vivid fire.

He murthered five giants, and slit the throat half an horde of orcs

he stopped torrential rains, that were sent by the Wizard.

He moved among the shadows, looking for that Palace,

to which everyone who went, discovered a bitter end.

"Come little one, fish, bite the fish hook,

for as if thou were a worm,

I am going to step thee on the floor",

"thou have no guts, nor hair in the chest".

The Wizard was invaded by wrath, he had already used his tricks,

he decided to use a magic, of darker times.

And the boy he continued, already closer to his destination,

"the closer I am, the more I fly off the handle",

he killed one hundred and fifty, of the moat's monsters,

the rest of them, ran away frightened.

 He tore all the gates,

the metal ones were reduced to shields.

"Show thyself disgusting toad, thou will be Stöðullsverd's sheath",

"what an inept thou are", answered the Sorcerer.

"Come closer if thou dare, I do not doubt that thou will fall",

in his eyes there were sparks, but he was a bit scared.

Their weapon's hits were heard even in the skies,

staff against sword, Sorcerer against swordbearer.

"The times of thy might and kingdom are over,

thou will perish under rocks, and with thee those of thy union",

"far thou have come, but what a fool thou are".

Stained in blood they were, stained in rage were they

and the boy fell wounded, his chainmail was pierced,

throughout his back, and the boy fell wounded,

it was because of a spell, and the boy fell to the ground.

Agh.

"Take him to the Mirkwood,

I shall eat him morrow,

now I must recover

of his bad temper".

Said the Wizard,

and the boy replied:

"thou know no honour

and are an insult for magic,

thou know no love and I hope it

to be a punishment for thee".

His mouth full of blood

Death on his eyes,

placid he was

not scared at all,

but that was not his moment

and the wound healed,

fighting against the spell

to his hand the sword arrived.

Quickly he went, looking for his opponent,

anointed from the dead, and with high a grievance,

he found him resting, stealing energy

he struck him with his sword, to take out his life.

"Take me out the sword, I shall give thee jewels and servants,

thou will have all women, that a boy can imagine",

"I shan't be pleased until see thee dead",

after the dialogue he said, quite calm:

"Morrow I shall be here again, and then I shall come the day after,

until I only find your bones, of a broken white colour",

and thus did the boy, as good as he had said.

He set free all the souls, he married his beloved one,

those who served the Magician, they scape scared the shit out of him,

there were not beasts nor giants, and he scared away the criminals.

The woods did unpetrify, they were repopulated by deer,

the inhabitants lost fear, and the earth they worked,

but it is said that the Wizard, stills dwells but quite grieved,

and in his heart the young boy knows it, patiently he waits for the hunting;

he will fear not

everywhere he would chase him

his heart loudly roared

waiting for the departure

until take away the Wizard's life.