En glitrende gra solvkledd mane
Fra tidenes morgen en solvravnen var sendt
Den for som et trollsyn i natten
Eggende trollsyn lunt vevd inn i et sjel av
sorgkledd take

En vitring om svigul, om blod gilde, strid
Ravnen messet intenst og lokkende
Sjeletarende toner fra oven kloyver stillhetens
lappede skjold
Omslort av rimkald natt

I tidenes morgen verken sol eller mane
Et tomrom uten jord og himmel
Nivlheims strid i mot Muspelheim
var det eneste i tomhetens gapende svelg
I dette kosmiske skjaringpunkt,
ble Yme den forste
av hans legeme lagde Borsonn jord,
himmel og hav

Enda kan man se av Muspells hete gnister
stjerner blinke mot Ymes veldige skalle

Nordens demring
den forste, den eneste
Nordens demring
den forste, den storste

[English translation]

"Silver Raven - Dawn Of The North"

A glittering, grey, silver-clad moon,
From the beginning of time a silver raven was sent
It flew like a vision in the night
Alluring vision woven in a shawl of
Mournful fog

A message of "svigul", of blood feast, of battle
The raven intense and enthrallingly recites
Soul splitting tunes from above rips
The patched shield of silence
Surrounded by frost cold might

In the beginning of time neither sun nor moon
An empty space without heaven or earth
Nifelheim's battle against Muspellheim
Was all in the wide-open emptiness
In this cosmic junction, Yme became the first
Of his body Borsonn made earth, heaven and ocean

Still one can see Muspell's hot sparks
Stars flashing at Yme's enormous skull

Dawn of the Norththe first, the only
Dawn of the North
the first, the greatest