Lyrics: Grutle Kjellson 1994

Bottomless abyss, Ginnungagap

darkness without end before the Morning

of time

the Cold Empire's eleven rivers frozen

frost mist spreads itself wide out

The gust from Nivlhel in the North

fills the mighty gap

Licking tongues of fire from the South

boiling, bubbling venom

All life has its origin in a source of

JOTUNBLOOD

Your mind's own evil inner;

JOTUNBLOOD

Streams from Hvergelmes Source

united with nauseating drops of venom

The first, the Father of all families

created by the Two Elements

With himself he breeded

our proud ancestors

Our Primitive Force's deep roots

with energy from the cattle's four rivers

A knife through the dark

A shrill scream

A pale face foams

He wanders proudly over Ymer's bones

All life has its origin in a source of

JOTUNBLOOD

Your mind's own evil inner;

JOTUNBLOOD

If one seeks all Midgard's knowledge

If the Wise Woman swings her staff

One can not avoid one's origin

The chaos of the Primitive Force;

JOTUNBLOOD

Music: Ivar Bjrnson 1994