He's the dawn of all things
Ymir the original being
Born from the heat and cold
Essence of the earth
 
From his body born daughters & sons
His arms embrace the world
Father of the frost giants
He's both birth and death
 
Thrown in the Ginnungagap
By Odin and his brothers
Between Niflheim and Muspelheim
The yawning abyss is now his grave
 
The deluge of his blood
Killed all of them but Bergelmir
The last of a kind
The proud grandson
 
Creation of the world from the wounds
Oceans of blood
Mountains of his bones
His flesh, the walls of Midgard
 
Now secluded by Odin
The Jötuns maintain their land
Morphing us into wolves
We'll track down all intruders
 
We, giants of the lore,
Strong we stand tall
 
We master the frost and might
From Utgard our fortress of ice
No matter how hard you cry
Even Thor fell in Jötunheim
 
We, giants of the lore,
Strong we stand tall