Upon This Unprofitable Throne - Nidingr

Absolute emptiness

No colour no form no substance

It is form me

That all this desolation proceeds

So it has been ever

So must it ever be

From me pour down the fires of life continually upon the earth from me flow

down the river of water oil and me

Therefor am I lonely and horrible

Upon this unprofitable throne

I am the who was before the beginning

And in my desolation I cried aloud saying

Let me behold the countenance in the concave of the abyss

It was black and empty and distorted that was (once) invisible and pure

So it has been ever

So must I ever be

From me comes forth the wind that bears the seed of all upon it’s bosom

From me comes forth the earth in her unspeakable variety

All comes from me naught comes to me

I am lonely and horrible upon his throne