War!
The very first war of our
World!
When the treacherous
Witch was killed.
Three times burned,
The three times born.
By searing flames
Was Gullveig torn.
Death!
Oden hurled his spear
Off with great
Force!
Deep into the great Vana-Fyrd.
Battle horns
Gave up their sound
And Asgard walls
Razed to the ground.
The Vanir felt deceived,
Hönir was a fool,
Without Mímir at his side
Hönir could not rule.
In a fit of violent rage
Mímir’s blood was shed
And to Oden’s court they sent
Mímir’s severed head.
Truce!
So a brittle and
Frail peace was
Forged!
And to ensure
That the peace remained
Njörd and Frej
To Asgard came
and Hön’ and Mim’
To Vanaheimr.
Death!
See the furious
Gods wanting
Blood!
Oden knew
That a raging war
Would not bring
Them any gain,
Just leave a black
And bitter stain.
Oden tog huvudet och
Smorde det med örter
Som hindrar det
Från att ruttna.
Han kvad sina
Trollsånger över det
Så att Mímir åter
Kunde tala till honom.
The Vanir felt deceived,
Hönir was a fool,
Without Mímir at his side
Hönir could not rule.
In a fit of violent rage
Mímir’s blood was shed
And to Oden’s court they sent
Mímir’s severed head.