Vigja - Danheim

Aldinn for-eldra, rísa upp fyr ek kaldr mold neðan

Þau er fremst um man, þá var roðinn Ár fólk

Leiða oss til okkarr Æsir, segja frá vor forløg

Old ancestors rise from the cold dark soil

Old tales I remember

Blood-stained was the ground of people

Æsir lead us to the gods

Tell of our fate

The age of the elderly, rise up before me cold soil below

They are at the forefront of memory, then people were red Ár

Lead us to our Æsir, tell about our forløg

Old ancestors rise from the cold dark soil

Old tales I remember

Blood-stained was the ground of people

Æsir lead us to the gods

Tell of our fate