Where by the marishes boometh the bittern,
Näcken the soulless one sits with his ghittern.
Sits inconsolable, friendless and foeless.
Waiting his destiny– Näcken the soulless
— Sebastian Evans, 19th century poet
Näcken the soulless one sits with his ghittern.
Sits inconsolable, friendless and foeless.
Waiting his destiny– Näcken the soulless
— Sebastian Evans, 19th century poet
