Wake up

And take your brand

Long os the path through the forest

Wind is spinning the thick mist

Sans stars, sans moon

Only silence everlasting

Wake up

Open your frozen eyes

Behind the brooding mountains at your home

Your well-beloved woman is shedding teras

And lonely warm fire in her eyes i teras

Reflects it self

Wake up

Your children will go out to meet you half-way

Waiting for you

They would carry your shield

And lead your horse by bridle

And your ravishing by mead

Would your close friends with gifts

Endowded and greet them heartily

Wake up

Who will carry your brand soaked in blood

Who will wash your wounds

Who will warm your frozen hands up

Your mouth in wry

Gasthly grimace enfurled

Wake up

And even if you are fay, be fierce for death

Dont let her to devour your flash

Spirits for ancestor gathered a far from here

Like a murky cloud of fowls

Wind is pulling them about

lashing them

It is time for wind... for wind...