Midgard
Old Midgard
Behind the depth, before the height,
surrounded by the serpent Jormundgand,
the world of Man in the middle
of heat and ice, built by the Ymer brow.
World of Man – hot and cool – high and low
In between extremities rises Midgard, mighty as the stem of the tree.
Ash and Elm, the human pair living of its precious fruits. But soon it may end.
Middle Earth, Old Midgard we wish the tree will burst into leaf!
Will someday your balance reach an end and youll start to fade!
Mannaheim, old Midgard all your walls start to tumble down.
May the tree be reborn from the ash it will grow again.
Lets defend Midgard, we Call the High One
Sow upon the field the rune of Jara
Middle Earth, Old Midgard we wish the tree will burst into leaf!
Will someday your balance reach an end and youll start to fade!
Mannaheim, old Midgard all your walls start to tumble down.
May the tree be reborn from the ash it will grow again.
Lets defend Midgard, we Call the High One
Sow upon the field the rune of Jara
In between extremities rises Midgard, mighty as the stem of the tree.
Ash and Elm, the human pair living of its precious fruits. But soon it may end.