Bring forth your sacrifice The winter can last for long Show them honour Servants of Frey Let the blood flow On his pride Until they are pleased To provide our magnificense and growth
Our king will show his wrath If we do not honour our promise Poor the harvest will be Without seeds in earth
Don't spill the finest blood Strong sons will not be born too often
"Oh, wise Volve when shall I get to see, fields of growth When shall I once again feel the light touch from Freyas hands"
Death comes fast If you do not honour The people below The friends of the Vanirs Bring forth The holy boar Then the sun will still shine And we can still breath
We didn't wish to die We didn't wish to awake The wrath of the elders Bring forth the holy boarTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
