Heavy blows of hammers
Deep from underground
Forcing the metal with power
With fire and words of witchcraft
Behold, at the anvil there it seems
Two dwarves are forging steel
One gasps at the bellows
The other strikes the anvil
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A master drives the steel (1)
To be formed by his hand
The master creates the xxxxx
Deep beneath Middle-Earth
And the shining torches he wears
Their heat bites hard into the skin
Loki's what's the time (2)
The hearth fire burns hot
The smith ought to succeed
Despite Loki's wiles and tricks
The substances he has to tame
Of Silver, steel and gold
To be brought forth from the fire
When their final form is achieved
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Thus are wrought from the fire
Three beautiful things
Gullinbursti and Mjölnir (3)(4)
Together with Odin's precious ring
The ring's name was Draupnir (5)
And it was dripping with gold
During nine nights
gave eight their xxxxxxx (x)
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