Lyrics: Grutle Kjellson 1994  Bottomless abyss, Ginnungagap  darkness without end before the Morning  of time  the Cold Empire's eleven rivers frozen  frost mist spreads itself wide out  The gust from Nivlhel in the North  fills the mighty gap  Licking tongues of fire from the South  boiling, bubbling venom  All life has its origin in a source of  JOTUNBLOOD  Your mind's own evil inner;  JOTUNBLOOD  Streams from Hvergelmes Source  united with nauseating drops of venom  The first, the Father of all families  created by the Two Elements  With himself he breeded  our proud ancestors  Our Primitive Force's deep roots  with energy from the cattle's four rivers  A knife through the dark  A shrill scream  A pale face foams  He wanders proudly over Ymer's bones  All life has its origin in a source of  JOTUNBLOOD  Your mind's own evil inner;  JOTUNBLOOD  If one seeks all Midgard's knowledge  If the Wise Woman swings her staff  One can not avoid one's origin  The chaos of the Primitive Force;  JOTUNBLOOD  Music: Ivar Bjørnson 1994