Branches as high as a vigilant eye could see,

magic runes, once scratched into this tree.

An old man sat down at this mighty oak,

every morning, day by day...

And he closed his eyes

while a gasp blew through its leaves...

and he began to speak...

 

Land er heilact, er ec liggia sÃÆ'©

ÃÆ'¡som oc ÃÆ'¡lfom nÃÆ'¦r;

enn ÃÆ'­ ÃÆ'žrÃÆ'ºÃÆ'°heimi scal ÃÆ'¾ÃÆ'³rr vera,

unz um riÃÆ'ºfaz regin. 

 

Ydalir heita, ÃÆ'¾ar er Ullr hefir

sÃÆ'©r um gorva sali;

ÃÆ'lfheim Frey gÃÆ'¡fo ÃÆ'­ ÃÆ'¡rdaga

tÃÆ'­var at tannfÃÆ'©. 



Roots as deep as the very depths of heart,

source for those who know what's still to come...

Man of wisdom and knowledge great,

with hair as white as snow...

The young amongst them in a circle sat

and listened to his voice.

...while he began to speak...

 

Land er heilact, er ec liggia sÃÆ'©

ÃÆ'¡som oc ÃÆ'¡lfom nÃÆ'¦r;

enn ÃÆ'­ ÃÆ'žrÃÆ'ºÃÆ'°heimi scal ÃÆ'¾ÃÆ'³rr vera,

unz um riÃÆ'ºfaz regin. 

 

Ydalir heita, ÃÆ'¾ar er Ullr hefir

sÃÆ'©r um gorva sali;

ÃÆ'lfheim Frey gÃÆ'¡fo ÃÆ'­ ÃÆ'¡rdaga

tÃÆ'­var at tannfÃÆ'©.