There was the ancestor of the giants
Ymir he was called, Ymir the world
Who shed his tears in loneliness and desolation

Dwelling in a time of fog and fire
A world aflame and poisonous
Ten streams of frozen water with sandless banks

We stand upon his skin
And breathe in his skull
We sail upon his blood to faraway lands

'Twas the beginning of time When the giant Ymir lived
Father of all humankind, all the good and the evil
Bred from the Ellivagar's meeting with the Muspell air
Dead by the makings of Bor: Odin, Vili, and Ve

Yawning is the gulf in which you were living
Ginungagap between two evils
Sacrificed by Odin to make our world

Now I will write for you my father giant
And never forget your sacrifice
I see the heroes come and gone of which you were the first

Earth shaped from flesh
From blood the sea
Bones were the mountains
His hair the trees
Lashes made the world of man

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