Mimer's Well - Thyrfing

In the dawn of time, when Ymer lived

There was no sand, nor sea or waves

There was no earth, there was no heaven

An endless abyss, gasping like a wolf

Before the sons of Bor, raised the

Lands to the sky

The ones who Midgard created

The sun shone upon stones

The grass was left untouched

And the earth slept in peace

«I know it all, where you hid your eye

Down in Mimer’s well

He drinks your mead, your source of wisdom

He is drinking of your blood»

The well won’t dry out as long as I live

I can promise you

But the sun will never shine over worlds nine

The final battle awaits

In the shape of an eagle, I flew

And I drank of Kvasir’s blood

I created, I enlightened

But what is left today?

From Hlidskjalf I behold

I watch over you nine worlds I remember

In ancient times, giants spawned

But what is left untouched?