Cold winds are blowing across the wilderness 
As she [bad word] to the 
Horizon, the endless space, the lonely place to be,
Svanhild, you should 
See, throwing [bad word] to this cursed ground,
As two mighty ancient 
Forces battled here to institute the world order
And bones in the ground are 
The unforgiven

Raise the staff to the silent skies and cry the spell
Let the windows of heaven be 
Opened and the words of grace of the pagan gods
Will give these warrior
Forgiveness

Do you hear, Svanhild, as the ground is cracking?
The fallen ones are waking up to go to the light.
Forever.

Do you fill it? It’s the moment when the lost children found they home.
They found the hall of their father.

Svanhild, go on. Your land is far away from here.
Your land has never seen the blood of the man.
Your land is white and pure. There will be no time and will be no pain.
In your land, the nature is the only one [bad word] order, you’ll see.