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