Out of the water,
The cold black Nordic sea.
Risen towards the eternal sky,
The land lays open and free.

Up high the Mountains,
Where the wind catch its speed and chill.
Snowstorms are born,
And rage loud,through the valleys and the hills.

Above two Ravens,
Messengers of the wise One eyed God,
Who rules this land,
Of the strong and the great.

And tall,...