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As the frost melts by the fires of Muspelheim

Creeping to meet each other in the yawning void

The screamer rises

First of his kind

Giants birthed from the pits

Taste the milk of Audhumla as she drinks the salty ice

Her licks bare progenitor, the aesir, tribe of gods

Bearer of Odin, Bor, Vili and Ve

Slayed by his kin and the one-eyed god

His blood turned to oceans

The soil forged from his skin

Grass from his hair

Clouds from his brains and the skies from his skull

Torn by the gods

Chaos from Order

Gods to be torn

Order to Chaos

Darkness upon the face of the deep

Dwarves raise the skull of Ymir

Four corners of the realm

Held high above the earth

Until the new abyss

From Ymir's flesh

The earth was formed

And from his bones

The hills, the heavens

From the skull of that ice-cold giant

And from his blood, the seas