At a stormy night,
Where roughly voices and darkly tunes ring out
He rides fast by forests and meadows
Lead of a magic power it does not know a grace and no rest

His will is strongly - never less strength shrinks,
Too strong for it, the strength of the wind

The way is far,
That the target makes courage, pride and honour
For the companions of the fame

It defies all dangers, he's skillful with his sword and shield
All weapons sharpened the elbows strained
He is decided to the triumph each fight

The way is far,
That the target makes courage, pride and honour
For the companions of the fame

The target is achieved, in the heathen village reported this people
Of his journeys and his acts,
A large celebration in honours of the king,
A feast so sumptuously with drink and meals

The storm put, the night goes to end,
Luck and joy a beautful time

The way is far,
That the target makes courage, pride and honour
For the companions of the fame