A glittering, grey, silver-clad moon,
From the beginning of time a silver raven was sent.
It flew like a vision in the night.
Alluring vision woven in a shawl of
Mournful fog
A message of "svigul", of blood feast, of battle
The raven intense and enthrallingly recites
Soul splitting tunes from above rips
The patched shield of silence.
Surrounded by frost cold might.
In the beginning of time neither sun nor moon.
An empty space without heaven or earth.
Nifelheim's battle against Muspellheim
Was all in the wide-open emptiness.
In this cosmic junction, Yme became the first
Of his body Borsonn made earth, heaven and ocean.
Still one can see Muspell's hot sparks
Stars flashing at Yme's enormous skull.
Dawn of the North...the first, the only....
Dawn of the North....
the first, the greatest....
