Mad God

Sometimes a criminal,
Sometimes a king;
Ever a constant
And never one thing.

A dealer of wisdom
In riddles and lies--
For who can trust Odin,
The chief in disguise?

The lover of women,
The lover of wine,
The creeping disaster,
Chaos kept in line.

The one who is many
Observes from the wall
As men fight his battles
And fill up his hall.

Wanderer, maddener,
Twister of words.
Turning brothers to foes,
Setting tables for birds. 

Who can trust Odin,
Terrible Father of All?
Yet, who can deny him,
When Grimnir comes to call?