These mournful shadows are sealed in ice Where we praise their shine with no shame Where all the crushing rocks converge And through all of North we spread his name
Hooded and dark walked the man among the shade Showed the strength while the earth weaped Search of innocence, young and pure Before they were there, in the darkened hole
Welcomed is Northlander The strength power from Northlands Welcomed are shine and glaze The iron, force and ice
They saw along the sides and on the bottom The livid blackened all pocked full of holes The place where we have come to clamber down The Souls of grinded, darkened paganhood
"A wolf that lies in its lair never gets meat, or a sleeping man victory"
Name the last of the destructions Name the third of the destroyers From the portals of Pohjola To the narrowest of gate-way When thou hast still farther wandered Where the walls are forged from iron And from steel the outer bulwark
I can quench the flames of passion I can meet the prowling wild-beasts I have plowed the serpent-pastures Plowed the adder-fields of Northland Bring to me my battle-armor Bring my magic mall of cooper Bring me too my father's broadsword Keep the old man's blade from rusting