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Drink from Urd, and sing its song |
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Its mead of knowledge sweet and strong |
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The mists of time and port of call |
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The beginning and the end of all |
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Star borne lay with wives of men |
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Their daughters great with etin kin |
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Ancients seed the darken kind |
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To hang in silence nights all nine |
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The elder blood in fiery vein |
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Unleash the brood of Odin's fane |
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To trample southern kind asunder |
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And bring the light of distant thunder |
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Erect halls beyond the sea |
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To honour blood of Heimdall's three |
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Till the land of golden yield |
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To forge the steel and oaken shield |
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Drink and laugh o sons of high |
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Lay with maidens 'neath the sky |
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Forge the race of Northern kind |
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The fates of gods and men entwined |
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Great kingdoms rose in golden times |
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And mighty winds of northern skies |
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The winter frost of yearly time |
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Yield summer rain and warmth sublime |
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The god's gift came in flash of fire |
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A map of heaven to Asgard's spire |
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Black iron forged in Volund's name |
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Ancestral bond of blood and flame |
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And all shall point to northern star |
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Where lodestone guides from lands afar |
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Primordial home of gods and men |
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To never leave from mortal ken |
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When sudden earth and mountain split |
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And walls of ice from north emit |
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And nations fall and seas arise |
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A reign of fire from darkened skies |
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Boreal children scatter far |
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The high ones weep between the stars |
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For all they wrought, and all they forged |
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Fell deep within dark earthen gorge |
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To eternal lay in ice and snow |
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Held whispered runes in heathen glow |
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For those of kind, to find the same |
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The one-eye's secret throne to reign |
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And now lost children flee their bane |
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To time of old, the stone of flame |
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To fill the veins with ancient fire |
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Reshape the world on martyr's pyre |
