7 are here,7 strong Hermes grows.
We wait till Ragnarok, standing in rows.
The Moon passes over the Sun.
Will this be the end, will we be done?
I say we will move on, survive throughout.
Rounding life like the Shield of Athena.
Shining without any debilitating doubt.
This World is not a stage, but simply an arena.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem