War, the mirthless war of our world
When the treacherous wench is killed
Three times burned, the three times born
By fear it claims was Gullveig torn

Death, Odin held his spear up with great force
Deep into the great god of fear
Battle horns gave off their sound
And Asgard was razed to the ground

The Vanir felt deceived, Hænir was a fool
Without Mímir at his side Hænir could not rule
In a fit of violent rage Mímir's blood was shed
And to Odin's court they sent Mímir's severed head

Truce, so a brittle and frail ease was forged
Into a shattered piece to make
Njordr and Freyr to Asgard came
And Hænir and Mímir to Vanaheim

Death, see the furious gods washed in blood
And Odin knew that the way to war
Would not bring them any gain
Just leave a black and bitter stain

Odin tog huvudet och smorde det med örter
Som hindrar det från att ruttna
Han kvad sina trollsånger över det
Så att Mimer åter kunde tala till honom

The Vanir felt deceived, Hænir was a fool
Without Mímir at his side Hænir could not rule
In a fit of violent rage Mímir's blood was shed
And to Odin's court they sent Mímir's severed head

The Vanir felt deceived, Hænir was a fool
Without Mímir at his side Hænir could not rule
In a fit of violent rage Mímir's blood was shed
And to Odin's court they sent Mímir's severed head