War, the very first war of our world
When the treacherous wench is killed
Three times burned, the three times born
By fear it claims was Gullveig torn
Death, Odin held his spear up with great force
Deep into the great god of fear
Battle horns gave off their sound
And Asgard was razed to the ground
The Vanir felt deceived Hænir was a fool
Without Mímir at his side Hænir could not rule
In a field of violent rage Mímir's blood was shed
And to Odin's court they sent Mímir's severed head
Truce, so a brittle and frail ease was forged
Into a shattered piece to make
Njordr and Freyr to Asgard came
And Hænir and Mim to Vanaheim
Death, see the furious gods washed in blood
And Odin knew that the way to war
Would not bring them any gain
Just leave a black and bitter stain
Odin tog huvudet och smorde det med örter
Som hindrar det från att ruttna
Han kvad sina trollsånger över det
Så att Mimer åter kunde tala till honom
The Vanir felt deceived Hænir was a fool
Without Mímir at his side Hænir could not rule
In a field of violent rage Mímir's blood was shed
And to Odin's court they sent Mímir's severed head
The Vanir felt deceived Hænir was a fool
Without Mímir at his side Hænir could not rule
In a field of violent rage Mímir's blood was shed
And to Odin's court they sent Mímir's severed head
