Текст песни Enslaved - The Blood Of Kvasir
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Lyrics by Grutle Kjellson 1996A war ruled in ancient timesBetween the holy races, the vanirs and the AsesWhen peace came, the deities united>From a bowl filled with spit rose Kvasir"Wise he becomes, he drinks the holy mead,the blood of Kvasir, but not he who drinksfrom the spilled mead that drippedfrom the falcon"Kvasir the father of poetsby dwarfhands he died>From the blood of Kvasir they made the meads of poets, theholy drinkFjalar and Galar once murdered Gilling the Giant, the fatherof SuttungEnraged, Suttung demanded justice to be fulfilledThe blood of Kvasir became the mead of SuttungGrimne flew out from ValhallaIn the shape of the falconTo the Home of Giants and to NitbergBauge was deceived, and Gunnlod betrayedOut from Nitberg the falcon flewFinally Kvasir should return to AsgardBut, when the mead disappeared, Suttung became furiousOut, in the shape of the eagle he followedSadly, Grimne had to spill from his valuable treasureWhich led to the making of the false poetsThe falcon flew home to his domainsAnd Sutting flew into the flames of TjalveMusic by Ivar Bjrnson & Grutle Kjellson 1996