Upphaf Songtext
von Amon Amarth

Hearing I ask from the holy races
From the angel sons both high and low
Thou wilt, Allfather, that well I relate
Old tales I recall of men long ago

I remember yet the giants of yore
Who gave me bread in the days gone by
Nine worlds I knew, the nine in the tree
With mighty roots beneath the mold


Of old was the age when Ymir lived
Sea nor cold waves nor sand there were
Earth had not been nor heaven above
But a yawning gap and grass nowhere

Then Buri′s sons lifted the level land
Midgard the mighty there they made
The sun from the south on the stones of the earth
And green was the ground with growing weeds

The sun, the sister of the moon from the south
Her right hand cast over heaven's rim
No light she had where home should be
The moon knew not what light was his
The stars knew not where their stations were