For eras of torpor
Midgardians wandered
Empty of spirit and joy
Confined to live a dull existence
Praise the day of change
Sudden shift of fate...
At last a reason to dream for
To drink for all eternity
The true vial of inspiration
Shortest path to wisdom
It was brought to the heart of Midgard
What a lavish gift of gods!
By the blood of Kvasir
Blended with the finest honey
The meat of poetry breached
From void to creation
We raise these wooden mugs
To kill our thirst
For each drop, a renewed insight
There's no easier way
To achieve a greater knowledge and unveil
A bunch of mysteries about this world
By the blood of Kvasir
Blended with the finest honey
The meat of poetry breached
From void to creation
We raise these wooden mugs
To kill our thirst
For each drop, a renewed insight
There's no easier way
To achieve a greater knowledge and unveil
A bunch of mysteries about this world
As one we hail the brewed juice
Let it spread through our inner veins
High the spirits lift
With dozens of gulps of mead
The feet start trampling each other
Happily dancing a foolish dance
We abstract the sense of time
And drift inside this untamed flow
But before it dies away
Chanting remember this gift of the gods
From the divine spit
Kvasir was born
Enlightened being
He couldn't be wrong
Killed by dwarves
Split in three
Such is the tale
Mead of poetry