Mead of Poetry

For eras of torpor
 Midgardians wandered
 Empty of spirit and joy
 Confined to live a dull existence
 Praise the day of change
 Sudden shift of fate...
 At last a reason to dream for
 To drink for all eternity
 The true vial of inspiration
 Shortest path to wisdom
 It was brought to the heart of Midgard
 What a lavish gift of gods!
 By the blood of Kvasir
 Blended with the finest honey
 The meat of poetry breached
 From void to creation
 We raise these wooden mugs
 To kill our thirst
 For each drop, a renewed insight
 There's no easier way
 To achieve a greater knowledge and unveil
 A bunch of mysteries about this world
 By the blood of Kvasir
 Blended with the finest honey
 The meat of poetry breached
 From void to creation
 We raise these wooden mugs
 To kill our thirst
 For each drop, a renewed insight
 There's no easier way
 To achieve a greater knowledge and unveil
 A bunch of mysteries about this world
 As one we hail the brewed juice
 Let it spread through our inner veins
 High the spirits lift
 With dozens of gulps of mead
 The feet start trampling each other
 Happily dancing a foolish dance
 We abstract the sense of time
 And drift inside this untamed flow
 But before it dies away
 Chanting remember this gift of the gods
 From the divine spit
 Kvasir was born
 Enlightened being
 He couldn't be wrong
 Killed by dwarves
 Split in three
 Such is the tale
 Mead of poetry