Out of the water, the cold black Nordic Sea, risen towards the eternal sky, the land lay open and free.
Up high the mountains, where the wind catch its speed and chill, snowstorms are born and rage loud through valleys and the hills.
Above two ravens, messengers of the wise one eyed god, who rules this land of the strong and the great.
And tall. Beautiful. Behold this thy land. Open and free. This thy home of the brave.
Dark endless forest where at the day hides the shadows of the night. Snow covered vast lands as great as the eternal sky.
Now in the midst of this wild and this open and free, he placed my kind to possess this their land to be.
Above two ravens, messengers of the wise one eyed god, who rules this land of once strong and the great.
But now, forgetting to behild this their land. Once ours, once free. This my home of once brave.