A war ruled in ancient times  Between the holy races, the vanirs and the Ases  When peace came, the deities unit3ed  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 dwarfhands he died  From the blood of Kvasir they made the meads of poets, the holy drink  Fjalar and Galar once murdered Gilling the Giant, the father of Suttung  Enraged, Suttung demanded justice to be fulfilled  The blood of Kvasir become 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 decieved, 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 Sutting flew into the flames of Tjalve