| Song | Grimnismol (Ballad Of Grimnir) |
| Artist | Folkearth |
| Album | Drakkars in the Mist |
| Heerfather-in chains | |
| Tortured by an unworthy king | |
| Eight nights between two fires | |
| A boy feels sympathy for him | |
| In exchange for a single drink | |
| (The boy is granted knowledge of the worlds | |
| His father ignorant to the real nature of his binded guest | |
| Knowledge of which will too late come to him) | |
| Thor shall ever in Thruthheim dwell | |
| Balder’s home Breithablik is called | |
| Himinbjorg residence of Heimdall | |
| Vithi is Vidar’s land—slayer of the wolf | |
| Skoll and Hati the soon and moon will devour | |
| Thus bidding the will of Hrothvitnir | |
| Ravens y forth memory and thought | |
| Bring me news of what happens in the world | |
| Far famed fighters of old | |
| Freki, Geri, who sit by me in my hall | |
| Feast on my food, satisfy your lust | |
| Wine is my food and drinking alike, alas! | |
| Valgrind stands, the Sacred Gate | |
| And behind are the holy doors | |
| Old is the gate but few there are | |
| Who can tell how it tightly is locked | |
| Five hundred doors and forty there are | |
| I wean, in Valhall’s walls | |
| Eight hundred fighters through one door-fare | |
| When to war with the Wolf they go | |
| The best of trees, must Yggdrasil be | |
| Skithblathnir best of boats | |
| Of all the Gods Othin is the greatest | |
| And Sleipnir the best of steeds | |
| Bifrost of bridges, Bragi of skalds | |
| Hobrok of hawks and Garm of hounds | |
| Grim is my nae, wanderer am I | |
| Ruler, Helmet-bearer, Hor the high one | |
| A single name have I never had | |
| Since first among men I fared | |
| Allfather, Valfather, Rider, Grimnir I am | |
| Siegfather, Overthrower, the Hooded, Flaming-Eyed…King Geiroth sat and had his sword on his knee, half drawn from its sheath | |
| But when he heard that Othin was come thither, then he rose up and sought to take Othin from the fire | |
| The sword slipped form his hand and fell with the hilt down | |
| The king stumbled and fell forward, and the sword pierced him through and slew him | |
| Then Othin vanished, but the boy long ruled there as king… |
| Heerfatherin chains | |
| Tortured by an unworthy king | |
| Eight nights between two fires | |
| A boy feels sympathy for him | |
| In exchange for a single drink | |
| The boy is granted knowledge of the worlds | |
| His father ignorant to the real nature of his binded guest | |
| Knowledge of which will too late come to him | |
| Thor shall ever in Thruthheim dwell | |
| Balder' s home Breithablik is called | |
| Himinbjorg residence of Heimdall | |
| Vithi is Vidar' s land slayer of the wolf | |
| Skoll and Hati the soon and moon will devour | |
| Thus bidding the will of Hrothvitnir | |
| Ravens y forth memory and thought | |
| Bring me news of what happens in the world | |
| Far famed fighters of old | |
| Freki, Geri, who sit by me in my hall | |
| Feast on my food, satisfy your lust | |
| Wine is my food and drinking alike, alas! | |
| Valgrind stands, the Sacred Gate | |
| And behind are the holy doors | |
| Old is the gate but few there are | |
| Who can tell how it tightly is locked | |
| Five hundred doors and forty there are | |
| I wean, in Valhall' s walls | |
| Eight hundred fighters through one doorfare | |
| When to war with the Wolf they go | |
| The best of trees, must Yggdrasil be | |
| Skithblathnir best of boats | |
| Of all the Gods Othin is the greatest | |
| And Sleipnir the best of steeds | |
| Bifrost of bridges, Bragi of skalds | |
| Hobrok of hawks and Garm of hounds | |
| Grim is my nae, wanderer am I | |
| Ruler, Helmetbearer, Hor the high one | |
| A single name have I never had | |
| Since first among men I fared | |
| Allfather, Valfather, Rider, Grimnir I am | |
| Siegfather, Overthrower, the Hooded, FlamingEyed King Geiroth sat and had his sword on his knee, half drawn from its sheath | |
| But when he heard that Othin was come thither, then he rose up and sought to take Othin from the fire | |
| The sword slipped form his hand and fell with the hilt down | |
| The king stumbled and fell forward, and the sword pierced him through and slew him | |
| Then Othin vanished, but the boy long ruled there as king |