Hljóðs Bið Ek Allar

I call for all sounds
Holy kindred
Greater and lesser
Children of Heimdall
Do you want me, Father of the Slain!
To tell well
Ancient tales of men
That are foremost in mind

I remember giants
Born long ago
When in ancient times
They had raised me
Nine I remember at home
Nine in the woods
The mighty tree
Beneath the soil

Long ago was the age
When Ymir dwelled
There was neither sand nor sea
Nor cool waves
The earth was not found
Nor the sky above
A gap was the void
And grass was nowhere