Midgård

Behind the depth, before the height

Surrounded by the serpent Jormundgand

World of man in the middle

Of heat and ice built by the Ymer brow

World of man, hot and cool, high and low



In between extremities rise Midgard

Mighty as the stem of the tree

Ash and Elm, the human pair

Living of its precious fruits but soon may end



Middle Earth, old Midgard

Wish the tree will burst into leaf

Will someday your balance

Reach an end and you'll start to fade?



Mannaheim, old Midgard

All your walls start to tumble down

May the tree be reborn

From the ash it will grow again



Let's defend Midgard, we call the High One

Sow upon the field the rune of Jara



Middle Earth, old Midgard

Wish the tree will burst into leaf

Will someday your balance

Reach an end and you'll start to fade?



Mannaheim, old Midgard

All your walls start to tumble down

May the tree be reborn

From the ash it will grow again



Let's defend Midgard, we call the High One

Sow upon the field the rune of Jara



In between extremities rise Midgard

Mighty as the stem of the tree

Ash and Elm, the human pair

Living of its precious fruits but soon it may end