**/media/F14uzo0WIAEWpGD?format=jpg&name=small 1. Hearing I ask | from the holy races, From Heimdall's sons, | both high and low; Thou wilt, Valfather, | that well I relate Old tales I remember | of men long ago. 2. I remember yet | the giants of yore, Who gave me bread | in the days gone by; Nine worlds I knew, | the nine in the tree With mighty roots | beneath the mold.** - Image #3 <@738501210730004521>
mediaF14uzo0WIAEWpGD?formatjpgnamesmall 1. Hearing I ask  from the holy races, From Heimdalls sons,  both high and low Thou wilt, Valfather,  that well I relate Old tales I remember  of men long ago. 2. I remember yet  the giants of yore, Who gave me bread  in the days gone by Nine worlds I knew,  the nine in the tree With mighty roots  beneath the mold.