The fires of this realm, burn bright with rage
Guarded by the anti God, sword of flames
The other world's frost, equal in despair
touches a spark, in the empty void
Rises the ogre, the mighty Ymir
sweating his offspring, the frost giants clan
Arise come the trolls, Odin, Vili, Ve
The three plot a plan, to kill the great beast
the frost ogres will not live to see
the creation of the world, known by you and me
ruled by Odin, controlling the heavens and this Earth roamed by thee
Ymir's blood flows the the water you drink
Flesh rots in the dirt of the ground which you step
hair grows in the trees of the apples you eat
bones and teeth, in the mountains and the rocks that you find
brain in the clouds of the sky, his skull
The maggots that ate him became you and me
