What child is this?

Stand upon that brink ye mortal

Stand and scream in vain

What’s sundered has been sundered

Prometheus and chain

A bride upon a cliffside

A lover left to brutes

The world tree quakes and shudders

Nidhogg at its roots

Your fingers stiff and frozen

The ice upon your cheek

Hell has built nine circles

Nine circles bare and bleak

Stand on the brink ye god

Stand in holy pain

The sacrificial drums await

Whilst thou be the slain?

A lord to his beloved

A child in the hay

Look up, look up and wonder

All earth shall praise this day

Across the gap he steps

Heaven with a kiss

In newborn sobs of god, redeemed

What child is this?