.Lyrics by Grutle Kjellson 1996
A war ruled in ancient times
Between the holy races, the vanirs and the Ases
When peace came, the deities united
>From a bowl filled with spit rose Kvasir>
Wise he becomes, he drinks the holy mead,
The blood of Kvasir, but not he who drinks
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