From icy void, a giant stirred,
Ymir, the first, his body blurred.
No sun, no moon, no stars to gleam,
Just primal frost, a waking dream.
Then Auðumbla, the cow of might,
Licked salt from ice, with all her light.
And from the ice, a god arose,
Búri, the ancestor, as legend goes.
The Æsir came, with Odin's lead,
Gods of battle, sowing seed
Of...
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