(Ymes blod vender hjem)

Baner seg
stierfosserbekker
Blant ulmende knokler og spirende liv,
Som yudige Froyas besettende blikk
Uhemmet lekendelokkende
Glitrende tarerav gildeste solver
Hilser det Tvinnil med gledepa
gjensyn
Denne veldige vuggendets hjem
Store BlaAtals myr

Mane gloder
Egger Ymetil hamskifte
Som Froyas oyne-dansende, lekende
Skal fjellheimens snekledte
vende tilbakehjem
Lange bekker, ned fossermot kilden
Veldige Atals myr
Atter gjester Froy oss
Faderlig rundhandet
Sjenker oss atter
Einmaanads grode
Ymes frosne konkler vakner
fra rensende sovn
Under Vinterhvelvs vinge

[English translation]

(Yme's blood returns home)

creating pathswaterfallsbrooks
Amongst smouldering knuckles and sprouting life
Like sweet Froya's bewitching look
Unrestrained, playingseducing
Shimmering tearsof precious silver
It greets Tvinnil with pleasure
we'll meet again
This vast cradleits home
Big BlueAtal's marsh

The moon is glowing
Urging Ymeto shed his coat
Like Froya's eyes - dancing, playful
The mountain's snow-clothed one
Will returnhome
Along brooks, down waterfalls
towards the source
Mighty Atal's marsh
Again Froya is visiting
Fatherly generous
Again he bestows us with
One month of harvest
Yme's frozen knuckles awake
From purifying sleep
Beneath the Winter Skies