How glorious you are, far northern corner of the world
Was Odin himself, full of might and unsurpassed
Who cast protective spell over this land
Of rainstorms and their fogs, currents and maelstroms!
Let this song of mine celebrate the high one
Le these melodies unfold, as we praise the oldest king
And take this song of mine, echoes of a distend past
A legacy rains of the guardian of these shores
And when the silver moon sails through the placid air…I see
The shine of northern darkness I behold!
The weeping of the clouds, the showers of sleet
The fury of the roaring sea
The serpent’s path is
The Falmer of my native earth
Mysterious you are, oh furthest sanctuary of the world
Unreachable the plains, echoes of the greatest war
Of caves and golden halls, forever honored land
Untamed the north remains, empyrean creation!
Let this song of mine celebrate the high one
Le these melodies unfold, as we praise the oldest king
And take this song of mine, echoes of a distend past
A legacy rains of the guardian of these shores