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My throat was dry, my mind was stone
On a path I walked, I walked alone
I searched for a well, a sacred sign
For just a taste of the divine
I read the books, I learned the lore
But always knew there was something more
A gilded cage of memorized rhyme
A prisoner of my own small time
I sought the fire, the skald's true art
To mend the silence in my heart
Then at the root, a shimmering pool
Breaking every single rule
A horn is offered, dark and deep
A promise that the gods will keep
Oh, the Drops of Sap, the honey-mead!
Planting the creative seed!
The blood of Kvasir on my tongue!
A thousand songs to now be sung!
The world ignites in burning light
Every star a word so bright
The river speaks in perfect verse
I lift the poet's sacred curse
The words of fire flow from me
For all the nine wide worlds to see
From the shining, sacred pool
Breaking every single rule
The horn is empty, dark and deep
A promise that my soul will keep
Oh, the Drops of Sap, the honey-mead!
Planting the creative seed!
The blood of Kvasir on my tongue!
A thousand songs to now be sung!
This gift was born of blood and strife
To give the silent world new life
So I will sing for gods and men
And bring the inspiration back again
Oh, the Drops of Sap, the honey-mead!
Planting the creative seed!
The blood of Kvasir on my tongue!
A thousand songs to now be sung!
The sacred sap... the poet's mead
Fulfills the creative seed
No turning back... the silence filled
A promise whispered and fulfilled