At the beginning of time there nothing to find
No sand, nor sea or cooling tide
There was no earth or blade of grass
Only the void with nowhere to pass

Frozen wastes meet fiery heat
The poisoned ice will melt
The drops will fuse, a shape appears
Ymir The Giant Lives
Soil From The Flesh
Sea From The Blood
His brains in the wind for the clouds
Bones For The Mountains
Teeth For The Rocks
And The Dome Of His Skull For The Sky

The emptiness of the frozen north
With fog and ice and gushing rain
To Niflheim, the road to hel
With cold and everlasting pain
The furnace of the flaming south
The fire and flames of giant surt
Home to destroyers of future worlds
And muspel, with its pain and hurt

Frozen wastes meet fiery heat
The poisoned ice will melt
The drops will fuse, a shape appears
Ymir The Giant Walks
Soil From The Flesh
Sea From The Blood
His brains in the wind for the clouds
Bones For The Mountains
Teeth For The Rocks
And The Dome Of His Skull For The Sky

Fed by a cow with rivers of milk
From his arms grew mankind and its sons
From buri came Odin and battle ensued
And soon it was fatefully won
Ymir lost his life in a river of blood
And they fashioned the world from his corpse
Sparks became stars ordered by the gods
The cosmos complete ran its course

Frozen wastes meet fiery heat
The poisoned ice will melt
The drops will fuse, a shape appears
Ymir The Giant dies
Frozen wastes meet fiery heat
The poisoned ice will melt
The drops will fuse, a shape appears
Ymir The Giant dies

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