Items: “O, woe is me, woe is me, what do I behold / The ruins of my prison, my suffering, my wroth / Now I am the sole maker of my lonely fate / For I will answer no longer to beast, man, or god.” (changes and suggestions very welcome)
Extra information: It's not encyclopedic content, just a personal translation for an article. If interested, please try to use a more poetic (sung) and intricate vocabulary. Old Swedish much preferred. Thanks.