| 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 boar |