War Of The Gods

War, the mirthless 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 fit 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 Mímir 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 fit of violent rage Mímir's blood was shed And to Odin's court they sent Mímir's severed head