On victory rich grounds we walk, where mountains and forests speak (of) old feats/exploits He call (you) out that song, which the storm speaks. Around warriors ashes, deep in the (burial) mound laying: Can you forget your great (fore)fathers, and among their shadows stand timid/crestfallen? Then walk with their kin and their customs and the Nordic power down into the graves womb? No! esteemed is (unsure if correct translation), the old virtues temple, for eternity risen on this earth! Is she not with natures own stamp for the manliness strong abode made? Revive them, the ancient examples of honour, power and belief within our North And Manhem's name upon earth again mention.
