Under the caress of the mountain prospered Two mortals which al beheld Never surrending before them Al happening in a horrifying manner
One, proud as a god Raised high his head for heaven Bold and brave, the hunter (of that forest, he was alone)
The other, sweet as a rosary Despite being arrested by the winter (Season) Which coldness makes anyone fall Still then (she stubornly rose her head) with love
For despite the unleashed storm Their beauty and love (were the truth to their union) 'Cause after uncovering the sun Were they still holding one another Both living in happiness
The boy in his youth was Frithiof Beauty young... Ingesburge Was the maiden of his dreams
Both so sweet as Brunhilde That Freya, goddess of love Watned them to live in her mansion And so, were they both shelted without delay
The moon undone in moonlight Near the forest, they danced Without knowing what has been Embraced together through the flames of the night
When he understood the signs Frithiof, happier than a god Felt in intensive happiness when he met his newly bride