A saddened path telling of passings and decay. Our open wound-icons From stone to stone, fields bewildered and forlorn Beleft and earthbound scarred Earthbound scarred The bonds that binds us-unite us In heart and last breath The steps that guides us and lead us Words protect by Viðurs hand Erect and vibrant-in constant change Carved symbols of bloodshed Night must sacrifice to dawn anew Fertile and unwelcome Wettur clash-wettur shine From the temple of words... into stone Never bleak, never fade Our heritroge throne. never torn Tied to the gallows and passed on to us Speared for nine nights Shifting shapeless in colossal grandeur Inhale every grain of soil And the curses Varinn From the caves of Rödgavel Across her appearance shourdedi n mist Frozen wastes-vicious waters Still it echoes. From the roots of the mountain To the great steep wall From the deeps of Red Still it echoes Wettur clash-wettur shine From the temple of words. in to stone Never bleak-never fade Our heritage throne... never torn