I am the bard of the past
Listen to my tragic song
The mists of the past
Part as I pass this area
Once there was chaos and emptiness
Between fire and ice enclosed
Until a great giant arose
Gods came relentlessly
The three of them felled the giant
From his enormous colossal body
They created the Middle Earth < br/>Before they built the dwelling place of the gods
From his flesh the earth
From his blood the sea
From his bones the mountains
Out of chaos they created order
Sun and moon, day and night
Dwarf and man they created
The Aesan Earth in all its splendor
We benefited greatly from the gods
Who frequented us often < br/>Donar always protected us
Wodan gave us strong rods
The gods taught us wise lessons
They also often made us laugh
Singing the deeds of the gods
Was an honored and sacred task
Temples rose in their honor
In Middle Earth all was good
For thousands of years we worshiped
The true gods of our blood
Until a strange faith enslaved us
Oppression our fate for many years
We could hardly keep the memory
Of the gods of old
I am the bard of the past
My verses awaken the gods
They emerge from the mist
Never again will we forsake them

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