Lyrics by Grutle 199396
Bring forth your sacrifice
The winter can last for long
Show them honor
Servants of Frey
Let the blood flow
On his pride
Until they are pleased
To provide our magnificence and growth
Our king will show his wrath
If we do not honor 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
