Enslaved - Kvasirs Blod lyrics
[Enslaved - Kvasirs Blod lyrics]
A war ruled in ancient times
Between the holy races
The Vanirs and the Aesirs
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
Between the holy races
The Vanirs and the Aesirs
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