In the dawn of time, when Ymer lived  There was no sand, nor sea or waves  There was no earth, there was no heaven  An endless abyss, gasping like a wolf    Before the sons of Bor, raised the  lands to the sky  The ones who Midgard created  The sun shone upon stones  The grass was left untouched  And the earth slept in peace    "I know it all, where you hid your eye  Down in Mimer's well  He drinks your mead, your source of wisdom  He is drinking of your blood"    The well won't dry out as long as I live  I can promise you  But the sun will never shine over worlds nine  The final battle awaits    In the shape of an eagle, I flew  And I drank of Kvasir's blood  I created, I enlightened  But what is left today?    From Hlidskjalf I behold  I watch over you nine worlds I remember  In ancient times, giants spawned  But what is left untouched?