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Sound within silence Light within darkness Timeless I fell into Mimir's well Three fathoms Six fathoms Nine fathoms deep. Piercing the thresholds of formless space Piercing the veils of dominions unknown Whirling, turning and spinning I fell Down way down into Mimir's well. And far below In a bluish glow And far below Neath a moonlit sky That mystic sacrifice of yore The sacred orb of Wotan's eye. Now do I glimpse The titan days When gods and men In armour clad Through primal mists on Midgard tread And dragons roamed both sea and land. Great stones that made This ancient well So long ago And mute through time Recall the age of Mimir's might When even Wotan held no sway. A dawn of the gods And these were the days When myths were born And heroes reigned When left eye of moon did Wotan give For knowledge so pure in Mimir's well. O mystic wisdom Whose surging tides and secret murmurings Resound in time Like stardust from this well They shine. And through this matrix womb I turn Three fathoms Six fathoms Nine fathoms deep While legends of ages and sages foretell Of the sacred orb in Mimir's well.