The sun will cast it's dawning rays
Upon the runes inscribed in rock
The mossy rock by the side of the road
Has kept it's secret since ages began
It recalls how the Earth came to be,
And the light came out of the darkness

It remembers the hands that cut the holy signs
Into it's cold grey flesh
He who sacrificed himself, hanging on the ash-tree of life
Knows the mystery of the holy signs

He who suffered for the knowledge of the Runes,
Has left them for the new world to see
The rock what was washed with sacrificial blood
Revealed the mystery of the world by the Velves
It remembers the Suttung tribe,
It knows how the Aesir dies