The Well
All that which is remembered lives to tell
And serves the folk of Midgard who believe
The stories saved from time in Mimir's Well
Beware the words you use to cast your spell
Among the threads of wyrd with which you weave
All that which is remembered lives to tell
And memories of sorrow can compel
The least revered among us to perceive
The stories saved from time in Mimir's Well
If you presume our history to quell
Expecting loss obliges us to grieve
All that which is remembered lives to tell
And we shall pull the truth from Sorrow's shell
For loss is what reminds us to retrieve
The stories saved from time in Mimir's Well
Should you persist, we'll send you yet to Hel
For hist'ry shows us what we can achieve
All that which is remembered lives to tell
The stories saved from time in Mimir's Well