Tunge dr'mmer samlet de vindfylte heimer til samraad
Galdrefars aatte klover dundret fra garms blodige bringe
Til den h'ye heim
Valgalderkvad tvang den d'e i tale
Bak den austlige d'r
Drivvaat av d'gg regn och snVolve ti ei
Fra denne tunge gang
Vil jeg du skal svare
Til alt er sagt
Den skire drikken er brygget
Aesene venter
H'd f'rer hit den h'ye gud
Det 'de liv
Rind f'der vaaler i vestersaler
F'r han drapsmann paa baal baerer
Lenkene l'ses
Redselfylte ragnarok kommer
Ti ei volve
[English translation:]


Magic Song Of The Slain
Heavy dreams gathered the wind-filled houses to council
The eight hooves of the wizard father pounded from Garm's1 bloody chest
To the house on high
The magic song of the slain forced the dead to speak forth
Behind the eastern door
Soaked in dew, rain and snow
Seeress!2 Be not silent!
For in this heavy time
I want you to answer me
Until everything is said
The clear drink is brewed
Aesir await
Hod3 leads here the high god
The wasted life
Rind4 gives birth to Vali5 in the western halls
Before he carries the killer on the pyre
Chains loose
Terrible Ragnarok comes
Seeress! Be not silent!