Followed by the raven,
By rain, by wind with might
Followed to the mountain,
To Raven-Forest-Ever-Night

Raven the unknown being,
The mighty beating wings,
Black eyes are always seeing,
The real and unreal things

The spirit of the black bird,
Knows to fly between water and sky
The spirits of the black birds,
Are screaming from the halls of valhall
Look up to the snowy forest,

Which is to see in the great white hills
Flying down a creature to the frozen lake,
Croaking loud it is singing his hymn
Fog is stroking meadows and the trees,

No more living are now to see
The gliding raven is looking to his fellow,
The gods called him Munin
Night by night the ones flying to north and south,

The other to east and west
Odin is sitting on his wooden throne,
Hoping they will come back
No one could ever take his greatness,

So often they had tried
They called him bird of death
And tried to seek his might
But they never reached their aim,

He's still what he had always been
The bird of strength, the bird of wisdom,
The black bird of the north