Midgard

Behind the depth, before the height

Surrounded by the serpent Jörmundgand

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 Midgård, mighty as the stem of the tree

Ash and Elm, the human pair living off its precious fruits

But soon it may end

Middle Earth, Old Midgård we wish the tree will burst into leaf

Will someday your balance reach an end and you'll 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

Let's defend Midgård

We call the High One

Sow upon the field the rune of Jara

Middle Earth, Old Midgård we wish the tree will burst into leaf

Will someday your balance reach an end and you'll start to fade

Mannaheim, old Midgård all your walls start to tumble down

May the tree be reborn from the ash it will grow again

Let's defend Midgård

We call the High One

Sow upon the field the rune of Jara

In between extremities rises Midgård, mighty as the stem of the tree

Ash and Elm, the human pair living of its precious fruits

But soon it may end