Enslaved - Kvasirs Blod Lyrics
A war ruled in ancient timesBetween the holy races, the Vanirs and the AcesWhen peace came, the deities unitedFrom a bowl filled with spit rose Kvasir"Wise he becomes, he drinks the holy meadthe blood of Kvasir, but not he who drinksfrom the spilled mead that drippedfrom the falcon"Kvasir the father of poets by dwarf hands he diedFrom the blood of Kvasir they made the mead of poets,the holy drinkFjalar and Galar once murdered Gilling the Giant,the father of SuttungEnraged, Suttung demanded justice to be fullfilledThe blood of Kvasir became the mead of SuttungGrimne flew out from ValhallaIn the shape of the falconTo the home of Giants and to NitbergBauge was decived, and Gunnlod betrayedOut from Nitberg the falcon flewFinally Kvasir should return to AasgardBut when the mead disappeared Suttung became furiousOut, in the shape of the eagle he followedSadly, Grimne had to spill from his valuable treasureWhich led to the making of the false poetsThe falcon flew home to his domainsAnd Suttung flew into the flames of Tjalve