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