| Ek dreyma umb eldr
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| Ek dreyma umb dauðl
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| Hvar stjornur hrjóða grima himinn
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| Eldr ok dauðl — myrkr ok rauða
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| Tveir andill þú hafa
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| O grima þǫgn
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| In the beginning there was only darkness
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| Of icy mist and smoke
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| A darkness so completely dark
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| By war and death invoked
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| Sparkling flames would dare to reach
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| Across the arid void
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| And melt the rim of ice and frost
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| That framed it from the north
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| Oh, the birth of gods, the fall of foes
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| Oh, children of the tree
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| Now listen close, and hear the truth
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| Of how you came to be
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| First was the giant, Ymir his name
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| Then the cow Auðumbla, out of the melting ice they came
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| From Ymirs' palm another pair of giants, born and bred
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| Then left and right, his feet would mate to birth a child with several heads
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| Auðumbla fed on frost in all her pride and grace
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| She woke the very first of gods by licking on his face
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| She ate away the icy cage that held him in his fury
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| A man of beauty and of might by the name of Burí
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| Burí somehow got a son, who somehow got a wife
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| Burí, Borr and Bestla — the avengers of their time
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| Then Bestla bore the children who made this story true
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| Vile, Ve and Odin — who created me and you
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| Memories will fade from man
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| The snow of death will fall upon
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| The children of Wodan
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| Distant echoes, whispering
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| Of how it all began
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| For the children of Wodan
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| Three were the brothers, three were the gods
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| In a world of giants, conspiring how to turn the odds
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| They slayed the very oldest, the one who was the first
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| Within the flowing blood — every giant was submerged
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| These waters of decay would never cease to flow
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| Creating every sea and every river that we know
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| And while the giants drowned, the gods got the idea
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| To take the corpse of Ymir and make the earth appear
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| His body would become the soil, his skull became the sky
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| And then they threw his giant brains aloft to form the clouds
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| His teeth became the rocks, they made mountains from his bones
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| And on the meadows through his hair the summer breeze was blown
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| Out of the ashes and into the light
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| The dead will make room for the living
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| Deep in the darkest of nights
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| The end is another beginning
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| The fire in my dreams
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| The death so long foreseen
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| The darkest sky
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| Adorned by lights
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| What does it hide?
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| Out of the ashes rise
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| The glowing seed of life
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| The darkest sky
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| Two faces hides
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| Oh, silent night
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| When the gods were done
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| They took a little break
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| A stroll upon the beach
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| To take a breath and contemplate
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| Two logs of ash and elm
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| Lay stranded on the shore
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| The children of the forest
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| The children of the gods
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| From dead to animated
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| And no longer adrift
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| For like the fairy godmothers
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| They gave them special gifts
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| The first would grant them spirit
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| And life beyond the plant
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| The second gave them movement
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| And the wit to understand
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| The third would give them faces
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| Their hearing and their sight
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| And thus the very first of humans
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| Were brought to life
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| Memories will fade from man
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| The snow of death will fall upon
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| The children of Wodan
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| Distant echoes, whispering
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| Of how it all began
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| For the children of Wodan |