Rebel, if you must, ljóð á ensku frá 3. ágúst 2022.

Last of foam, oh liturgy,

lizards waving free.

Hopeless love and homeward bound,

how they will not listen right.

Will not give if wages thin

wait on every door.

Not your nasty hound,

neither in the fight.

Couldn't find them, can not win,

crushed, just as before.

 

Recall that, in rain and dust,

rebel, if you must!

Find my warriors, feel the need,

first to take the lonesome step.

More than soul and moral code,

must see through the square.

Only graft and greed,

gosh, if only pep...

Take the rest, see time abode,

tokens dwelling there.

 

Was so great but ways they fall,

wrens they fly and call.

Take the past and turn it great,

time will find your merit, gold.

In the wee light all is shown,

even love and God.

Mererly useful mate,

muscles can not hold.

Crying when the grass is grown,

glad for every sod.