Thyrfing Mimer's Well
In the dawn of time, when Ymer lived There was no sand, nor sea or waves There was no earth, there was no heaven An endless abyss, gasping like a wolf Before the sons of Bor, raised the lands to the sky The ones who Midgard created The sun shone upon stones The grass was left untouched And the earth slept in peace "I know it all, where you hid your eye Down in Mimer's well He drinks your mead, your source of wisdom He is drinking of your blood" The well won't dry out as long as I live I can promise you But the sun will never shine over worlds nine The final battle awaits In the shape of an eagle, I flew And I drank of Kvasir's blood I created, I enlightened But what is left today? From Hlidskjalf I behold I watch over you nine worlds I remember In ancient times, giants spawned But what is left untouched?
