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It's told in those old sagas, how

In the beginning the First Cow

(For nothing living yet had birth

But Elemental Cow on earth)

Began to lick cold stones and mud.

Under her warm tongue flesh and blood

Blossomed, a miracle to believe.

And so was Adam born, and Eve.

Here now is Chaos once again,

Primæval mud, cold stones and rain;

Here flesh decays and blood drips red,

And the Cow's dead, the old Cow's dead.