The Hymn of Kvaserheim
The blood, it fell, the fallow ground,
The drips, harmonic with harrowing sound,
The dwarves, their feat, a wretched tale,
Our god, he embraced, the touch of Hel.
The dwarves, they sought a perfect vice,
The fruit of knowledge, a fell device,
To mix the life of our benevolent sire,
With the nectar of hives, cradled by fire.
A poet’s hand, its quiddity’s curse,
Condemned forever to write in verse,
To build the monument, great and vast,
To the lord we worship, our eyes downcast.
From murderers’ ilk, our line was wrought ,
The traitors’ estate, the Realm begot,
The land where fire has pierced the earth,
Our forefathers from Inspiration gave birth,
The realm of Kvasirheim, a land foretold,
A realm of the vengeful, the heroes so bold,
Inspired to create, inspired to spurn,
The lands surrounding, the lands to Burn.
-dutchmanflies & JELLOMIX
The blood, it fell, the fallow ground,
The drips, harmonic with harrowing sound,
The dwarves, their feat, a wretched tale,
Our god, he embraced, the touch of Hel.
The dwarves, they sought a perfect vice,
The fruit of knowledge, a fell device,
To mix the life of our benevolent sire,
With the nectar of hives, cradled by fire.
A poet’s hand, its quiddity’s curse,
Condemned forever to write in verse,
To build the monument, great and vast,
To the lord we worship, our eyes downcast.
From murderers’ ilk, our line was wrought ,
The traitors’ estate, the Realm begot,
The land where fire has pierced the earth,
Our forefathers from Inspiration gave birth,
The realm of Kvasirheim, a land foretold,
A realm of the vengeful, the heroes so bold,
Inspired to create, inspired to spurn,
The lands surrounding, the lands to Burn.
-dutchmanflies & JELLOMIX
