Jag sprang med brisen.
Mot norr den eviga isen.
Jag fann en dalgang.
En massiv spricka.
Masarna visade vgen ur
skyn.
Da mtte jag isen.
Da fann jag hav.
En storm steg ur vagors djup.
En hemlighet om maktens spira.
Urgudar nu ristat
genom mej.
Sparet in i isen gick.
Djupt mot dess frusna krna.
(Dr den stod evigt stel.
Gick en fara in med flodens
strm.
Ner mot det bla jag vandra.
Isen i mina adror fr dagar tio.)
Dr fanns en grotta, en faslig sal.
I grottans mitt han
stod.
Som djupet kallat ur stjrnors ljus.
Krigarren mktig fran rymders sus.
Ur hans frusna hand jag tuggat.
Ett spjut fran
en ndls plats.
Ett skrik ett dan fran spjutets blad.
Maktens spira med stjrnors rad.
Tusende steg mot jordens yttre.
Fran
djupet jag n en gang steg.
Nu grinet ej slckas fran detta tryne.
Ett slag nu badas, snart slutfrs allt.
[English
translation:]
The Scepter Of Might
I ran with the wind
Northward, the perpetual ice
I found a valley
A massive
gash
Seagulls guided me from the sky
Then I met the ice
Then I found the sea
A storm arose from the deep waves
A
secret of the scepter of might
Ancient Gods now etched through me
The trail went into the ice
Deeply towards it's frozen
core
There it stood, forever unmoving
Followed a crack and the flowing water
Down towards the blue I wandered
The ice in
my veins, for ten days
There was a cave, a ghostly chamber
In the middle of the cave he stood
Which the deep has conjured
from the light of stars
The mighty warrior of the void
From his frozen hand I ate
A spear from an endless place
A cry, a
rumble from the blade of the spear
The spire of might with a row of stars
Thousands of steps towards the the surface
From the
depths I once again arose
Now the grin of my snout will not be extinguished
A battle now beckons, soon all will be
finished.
