| Drink from Urd, and sing its song
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| Its mead of knowledge sweet and strong
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| The mists of time and port of call
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| The beginning and the end of all
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| Star borne lay with wives of men
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| Their daughters great with etin kin
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| Ancients seed the darken kind
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| To hang in silence nights all nine
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| The elder blood in fiery vein
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| Unleash the brood of Odin’s fane
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| To trample southern kind asunder
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| And bring the light of distant thunder
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| Erect halls beyond the sea
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| To honour blood of Heimdall’s three
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| Till the land of golden yield
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| To forge the steel and oaken shield
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| Drink and laugh o sons of high
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| Lay with maidens 'neath the sky
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| Forge the race of Northern kind
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| The fates of gods and men entwined
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| Great kingdoms rose in golden times
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| And mighty winds of northern skies
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| The winter frost of yearly time
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| Yield summer rain and warmth sublime
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| The god’s gift came in flash of fire
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| A map of heaven to Asgard’s spire
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| Black iron forged in Volund’s name
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| Ancestral bond of blood and flame
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| And all shall point to northern star
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| Where lodestone guides from lands afar
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| Primordial home of gods and men
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| To never leave from mortal ken
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| When sudden earth and mountain split
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| And walls of ice from north emit
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| And nations fall and seas arise
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| A reign of fire from darkened skies
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| Boreal children scatter far
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| The high ones weep between the stars
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| For all they wrought, and all they forged
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| Fell deep within dark earthen gorge
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| To eternal lay in ice and snow
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| Held whispered runes in heathen glow
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| For those of kind, to find the same
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| The one-eye's secret throne to reign
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| And now lost children flee their bane
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| To time of old, the stone of flame
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| To fill the veins with ancient fire
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| Reshape the world on martyr’s pyre |