Lyrics:

Lyrics by Grutle 1993/96
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
'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 honor
The people below
The friends of the Vanirs
Bring forth
The holy boar
Then the sun will 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
Dont 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'
Music by Ivar Bjørnson 1996