Lyrics - The Blood Of Kvasir by Enlaved

A war ruled in ancient times
Between the holy races, the vanirs and the
Ases
When peace came, the deities unit3ed
From a bowl filled with spit rose
Kvasir"
Wise he becomes, he drinks the holy mead,the blood of
Kvasir, but not he who drinksfrom the spilled mead that drippedfrom the falcon"
Kvasir the father of poetsby dwarfhands he died
From the blood of
Kvasir they made the meads of poets, the holy drink
Fjalar and
Galar once murdered
Gilling the
Giant, the father of
Suttung
Enraged,
Suttung demanded justice to be fulfilled
The blood of
Kvasir become the mead of
Suttung
Grimne flew out from
Valhalla
In the shape of the falcon
To the
Home of
Giants and to
Nitberg
Bauge was decieved, and
Gunnlod betrayed
Out from
Nitberg the falcon flew
Finally
Kvasir should return to
Aasgard
But, when the mead disappeared,
Suttung became furious
Out, in the shape of the eagle he followed
Sadly,
Grimne had to spill from his valuable treasure
Which led to the making of the false poets
The falcon flew home to his domains
And
Sutting flew into the flames of
Tjalve

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