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
