Born, born from the spit
Born from the spit of the mighty gods
Kvasir, Kvasir, the wise
Kvasir, the wisest of all

Deceiver and screamer (Fjalar, Galar)
Conspired (Samsóru)

Nine, the nine worlds
He wandered all the nine worlds
Counseling all who would ask
All who would ask his advice

Deceiver and screamer (Fjalar, Galar)
Conspired (Samsóru)
Their deepest desire to end his life

And from Kvasir's blood, they brewed a mead
Of wisdom and of poetry
A drink of gods
The brew they made from Kvasir's blood

The vicious brothers, for amusement, they killed
For amusement, they killed Suttung's kin
But Suttung, he hunted, he hunted them down
He hunted and captured the dwarves

Deceiver and screamer (Fjalar, Galar)
Despairing (Huglauss)
To save their lives, they gave Suttung the mead

It must be mine, the brew so sweet
The one they call Suttung's mead
The drink of gods
The mead they brewed from Kvasir's blood

Murder
Deceit
Follows
The mead

So Suttung brought it to his mountain hall
A plan took shape within my mind
With Baugi's help, I breached those mighty walls
I tricked him with deceitful lies

Inside, I drank the vats of mead
And shifted to an eagle's shape
Then I flew back home to Asgård's keep
With mighty Suttung giving chase

Deceiver and screamer (Fjalar, Galar)

From Kvasir's blood, they brewed a mead
Of wisdom and of poetry
I craved this mead
The drink they brewed

And now it's mine, the brew so sweet
The mead of great sagacity
The drink of gods
The mead they brewed from Kvasir's blood