Mimer's Well

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?