Upphaf 가사

Hearing I ask From the holy races From Heimdall's sons Both high and low Thou wilt Valfather 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 cool waves Nor sand there were Earth had not been Nor Heaven above But a yawning gap And grass nowhere Then Bur's sons lifted The level land Midgard the mighty There they made The Sun from the South Warmed the stones of 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 knowledge she had Where home should be The Moon knew not What might was his The stars knew not Where their stations were