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For eras of torpor

Midgardians wandered

Empty of spirit and joy

Confined to live a dull existence

Praise the day of change

Sudden shift of fate...

At last a reason to dream for

To drink for all eternity

The true vial of inspiration

Shortest path to wisdom

It was brought to the heart of Midgard

What a lavish gift of gods!

By the blood of Kvasir

Blended with the finest honey

The meat of poetry breached

From void to creation

We raise these wooden mugs

To kill our thirst

For each drop, a renewed insight

There's no easier way

To achieve a greater knowledge and unveil

A bunch of mysteries about this world

By the blood of Kvasir

Blended with the finest honey

The meat of poetry breached

From void to creation

We raise these wooden mugs

To kill our thirst

For each drop, a renewed insight

There's no easier way

To achieve a greater knowledge and unveil

A bunch of mysteries about this world

As one we hail the brewed juice

Let it spread through our inner veins

High the spirits lift

With dozens of gulps of mead

The feet start trampling each other

Happily dancing a foolish dance

We abstract the sense of time

And drift inside this untamed flow

But before it dies away

Chanting remember this gift of the gods

From the divine spit

Kvasir was born

Enlightened being

He couldn't be wrong

Killed by dwarves

Split in three

Such is the tale

Mead of poetry