Thought and memory are flying through the sky--
Black-clad ravens which will never die--
Over all of man this pair will fly,
Bringing knowledge to deep wisdom's only due.
Black-clad ravens which will never die--
Over all of man this pair will fly,
Bringing knowledge to deep wisdom's only due.
Skaldic mead has quenched my thirst for many years,
Bought by suffering, pain, bane, and tears--
Yet, this honeyed drink has sent my fears
Down to Hell--I brought back up the songs man hears.
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