War, the very first war of our world
When the treacherous witch was killed
Three times burned, the three times born
By searing flames was Gullveig torn
Death, Odin hurled his spear
Off with great force
Deep into the great Vana-Fyrd
Battle horns gave up their sound
And Asgård walls razed to the ground
The Vanir felt deceived
Höne was a fool
Without Mimir at his side
Höne could not rule
In a fit of violent rage
Mimir's blood was shed
And to Odin's court they sent
Mimir's severed head
Truce, so a brittle and frail peace was forged
And to ensure that the peace remained
Njord and Frej to Asgård came
And Höne and Mimir to Vanaheim
Death, see the furious Gods wanting blood
Odin knew that a raging war
Would not bring them any gain
Just leave a black and bitter stain
Oden tog huvudet och smorde det med örter
Som hindrade det från att ruttna
Han kvad sedan trollsånger över det
Så att Mimer åter kunde tala till honom
The Vanir felt deceived
Höne was a fool
Without Mimir at his side
Höne could not rule
In a fit of violent rage
Mimir's blood was shed
And to Odin's court they sent
Mimir's severed head
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