Early of ages When nothing was There was neither sand nor sea Nor cold waves
The earth was not found Nor the sky above Ginnungagap was there But grass, nowhere...
Bright burning land Realm of fire Impassable flames
Dark World, home of Hvergelmir Source of eleven rivers strong Frozen ice reaching the south Too meet with warming winds From the depths comes the likeness of man Father of fell deeds..
Ymir his name to be, first of the Jotun Nourished by four great rivers From the Primeval Cow...
Fell fate awaits He who soon will shape the Earth...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
