For eras of torpor Midgardians wandered Empty of spirit and joy Confined to live a dull existence
Praise the day of change Sudden shift of fate... At last a reason to dream for To drink for all eternity
The true vial of inspiration Shortest path to wisdom It was brought to the heart of Midgard What a lavish gift of gods!
By the blood of Kvasir Blended with the finest honey The meat of poetry breached From void to creation
We raise these wooden mugs To kill our thirst For each drop, a renewed insight
There's no easier way To achieve a greater knowledge and unveil A bunch of mysteries about this world
By the blood of Kvasir Blended with the finest honey The meat of poetry breached From void to creation
We raise these wooden mugs To kill our thirst For each drop, a renewed insight
There's no easier way To achieve a greater knowledge and unveil A bunch of mysteries about this world
As one we hail the brewed juice Let it spread through our inner veins
High the spirits lift With dozens of gulps of mead The feet start trampling each other Happily dancing a foolish dance
We abstract the sense of time And drift inside this untamed flow But before it dies away Chanting remember this gift of the gods
From the divine spit Kvasir was born Enlightened being He couldn't be wrong
Killed by dwarves Split in three Such is the tale Mead of poetryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
