Enslaved - Kvasirs Blod lyrics

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Enslaved - Kvasirs Blod lyrics

[The Blood of Kvasir] [Lyrics by Grutle Kjellson 1996] [Music by Ivar Bj?rnson & Grutle Kjellson 1996] A war ruled in ancient times Between the holy races, the Vanirs and the Aces 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 From the spilled mead that dripped From the falcon" Kvasir the father of poets by dwarf hands he died From the blood of Kvasir they made the mead of poets, The holy drink Fjalar and Galar once murdered Gilling the Giant, The father of Suttung Enraged, Suttung demanded justice to be fullfilled The blood of Kvasir became 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 decived, 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 Suttung flew into the flames of Tjalve [Norwegian] I gammel tid hersket det en krig Mellom de hellige slekter, baner og ?ser Da freden kom, ble guddommene forent Opp fra et kar med spytt steg Kvarsir "Vis blir den som drikker av mj?den, Kvarsis blod, men ei den som drikker Av den spillte mj?d som dryppet fra Falkens ham" Kvarsir, hvis skalders far han var, Ble tatt av dage av dvergehender Av Kvarsirs blod lagde de skaldemj?den deh hellige drikk Fjalar og Galar myrdet en gang Gilling jotun, Suttungs far I Sinne krevde Suttung mannebot Kvarsir blod ble Suttungs mj?d Ut fra Valhall flasket Grimne Kledd opp i falkens drakt Til Jotunheimen og Nitberg Bauge bie narret og Gunnlod sveket Ut fra Nitberg falken fl?y Omsider skulle Kvarsir hjem, Men da mj?den forsvant ble Suttung vred Ut han styrtet i ?rneham Akk, m?tte Grimne slippe dyrebar last Slik ble de falske skalder skapt Falken fl?y hjem til sin borg Og suttung inn i Tjalves flammer