Visbur or Wisbur (Old Norse "Certain/Undoubted Son") in Scandinavian mythology was a king of the House of Ynglings and the son of Vanlandi. He was burned to death inside his hall by the arson of two of his own sons in revenge for rejecting their mother and denying them their heritage. He was succeeded by his son Dómaldi.
Snorri Sturluson wrote of Visbur in his Ynglinga saga (1225):
Snorri included a piece from Ynglingatal (9th century) in his account in the Heimskringla:
The Historia Norwegiæ presents a Latin summary of Ynglingatal, older than Snorri's quotation:
The even earlier source Íslendingabók cites the line of descent in Ynglingatal and also gives Visburr as the successor of Vanlandi and the predecessor of Dómaldr: vi Vanlandi. vii Visburr. viii Dómaldr.
Come to my room fallen angel
I won’t hurt you more than you already do
lay your nakedness down beside me
reveal no truth, but tell no lies
She tastes much better
cynical and bitter
our colors shine
as we wither
was this your first frost?
your hearts late September
summer’s forever lost
welcome to your winter
It snowed today
Come to my room fallen angel
I won’t hurt you more than you already do
lay your nakedness down beside me
reveal no truth, but tell no lies
It snowed today
Autumn is in your stare
winter is coming I fear
spring’s in your kiss
tastes like summer my dear
we’re angels in the snow
this is our Indian summer
we’re flowers that cease to grow
frozen in this winter
It snowed today
Come to my room fallen angel