| To curb the raising light of faith, and apprehend the day
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| I passed my eye in Mimer’s well, to resurrect the fray
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| An eye for eye and blood for prey, is what I had to cede
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| Enlightenment and withstanding day, the outcome of my deed
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| The ancient yarns reveal their tale; |
| once wisdom was a trait
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| But ignorance and fruitless peace, has caused it to forfeit
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| Where ravens fly through vanquished skies, resounding with success
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| I seek to stray in grassy fields, and rest in maidens' nest
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| At wisdom next to Mimer’s well, I stand among the leaves
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| The protegee of life and death, beneath the gods retreat
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| The sights of past and present times, ascend from in the well
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| Foreseeing visions of success, and glorious decay
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| The ancient yarns reveal their tale; |
| once wisdom was a trait
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| But ignorance and fruitless peace, has caused it to forfeit
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| Where ravens fly through vanquished skies, resounding with success
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| I seek to stray in grassy fields, and rest in maidens' nest |