The Vanir felt deceived Hone was a fool Without Mimir at his side Hone could not rule In a fit of violent rage Mimir's blood was shed And to Odin's court they sent Mimir's severed head War, the very first war of our world When the treacherous witch was

Why didn't she tell me She didn't say a word You were the first to say That we were not ok You were the first to lie When we were not alright This was my first love She was the first to go And when she left me for you