Enslaved - Kvasirs Blod/The Blood Of Kvasir


A war ruled in ancient times 
Between the holy races, the Vanirs and the Aces 
When peace came, the deities united 
From a bowl filled with spit rose Kvasir 

"Wise he becomes, he drinks the holy mead 
the blood of Kvasir, but not he who drinks 
from the spilled mead that dripped 
from the falcon" 

Kvasir the father of poets by dwarf hands he died 
From the blood of Kvasir they made the mead of poets, 
the holy drink 
Fjalar and Galar once murdered Gilling the Giant, 
the father of Suttung 
Enraged, Suttung demanded justice to be fullfilled 
The blood of Kvasir became the mead of Suttung 

Grimne flew out from Valhalla 
In the shape of the falcon 
To the home of Giants and to Nitberg 
Bauge was decived, and Gunnlod betrayed 

Out from Nitberg the falcon flew 
Finally Kvasir should return to Aasgard 
But when the mead disappeared Suttung became furious 
Out, in the shape of the eagle he followed 
Sadly, Grimne had to spill from his valuable treasure 
Which led to the making of the false poets 
The falcon flew home to his domains 
And Suttung flew into the flames of Tjalve

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