[Sacrifice To The Elves]



[Lyrics by Grutle Kjellson 1993/96]

[Music by Ivar Bjornson 1996]



Bring forth your sacrifice

The winter can last for long

Show them honour

Servants of Frey

Let the blood flow

On his pride

Until they are pleased

To provide our magnificense and growth



Our king will show his wrath

If we do not honour our promise

Poor the harvest will be

Without seeds in earth



Don't spill the finest blood

Strong sons will not be born too often



"Oh, wise Volve when shall I get to see, fields of growth

When shall I once again feel the light touch from Freyas hands"



Death comes fast

If you do not honour

The people below

The friends of the Vanirs

Bring forth

The holy boar

Then the sun will still shine

And we can still breath



We didn't wish to die

We didn't wish to awake

The wrath of the elders

Bring forth the holy boar