Jag sprang med brisen. Mot norr den eviga isen. Jag fann en dalgang. En massiv spricka. Masarna visade vägen ur skyn. Da mötte jag isen. Da fann jag hav. En storm steg ur vagors djup.
En hemlighet om maktens spira. Urgudar nu ristat genom mej. Sparet in i isen gick. Djupt mot dess frusna kärna.
(Där den stod evigt stel. Gick en fara in med flodens ström. Ner mot det bla jag vandra. Isen i mina adror fär dagar tio.)
Där fanns en grotta, en faslig sal. I grottans mitt han stod. Som djupet kallat ur stjärnors ljus. Krigarren mäktig fran rymders sus.
Ur hans frusna hand jag tuggat. Ett spjut fran en ändlös plats. Ett skrik ett dan fran spjutets blad. Maktens spira med stjärnors rad. Tusende steg mot jordens yttre. Fran djupet jag än en gang steg. Nu grinet ej släckas fran detta tryne. Ett slag nu badas, snart slutförs allt.
[English translation:]
The Scepter Of Might
I ran with the wind Northward, the perpetual ice I found a valley A massive gash
Seagulls guided me from the sky Then I met the ice Then I found the sea A storm arose from the deep waves
A secret of the scepter of might Ancient Gods now etched through me The trail went into the ice Deeply towards it's frozen core
There it stood, forever unmoving Followed a crack and the flowing water Down towards the blue I wandered The ice in my veins, for ten days
There was a cave, a ghostly chamber In the middle of the cave he stood Which the deep has conjured from the light of stars The mighty warrior of the void
From his frozen hand I ate A spear from an endless place A cry, a rumble from the blade of the spear The spire of might with a row of stars
Thousands of steps towards the the surface From the depths I once again arose Now the grin of my snout will not be extinguished A battle now beckons, soon all will be finished.