(They/Them)

Whose golden tears give the beauty of amber
  The one who roams the fields collecting souls
  Sometimes brandishing the sword and sometimes smiling calmly
  The one who travels on the plains guided by the Cats
  But sometimes she bravely rides the wild boar
  As bright as the sun's brightness
  The one who seeks her love under the name of Mardöll
  So beautiful is the Lady of Disir
  What few words are there to revere her
  Few are the lights that shine like each other