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Lyrics: Grutle Kjellson 1994
Bottomless abyss, Ginnungagapdarkness without end before the Morningof timethe Cold Empire's eleven rivers frozenfrost mist spreads itself wide out
The gust from Nivlhel in the Northfills the mighty gap
Licking tongues of fire from the Southboiling, bubbling venom
All life has its origin in a source of
JOTUNBLOOD
Your mind's own evil inner;JOTUNBLOOD
Streams from Hvergelmes Sourceunited with nauseating drops of venom
The first, the Father of all familiescreated by the Two Elements
With himself he breededour proud ancestors
Our Primitive Force's deep rootswith energy from the cattle's four rivers
A knife through the dark
A shrill scream
A pale face foams
He wanders proudly over Ymer's bones
All life has its origin in a source of
JOTUNBLOOD
Your mind's own evil inner;JOTUNBLOOD
If one seeks all Midgard's knowledge
If the Wise Woman swings her staff
One can not avoid one's origin
The chaos of the Primitive Force;JOTUNBLOOD
Music: Ivar Bj
ørnson 1994
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