A thousand times early*
Departing for hunting in the freezing cold
Taken by a white horn
Wrapped in a fur coat
With a 'big' secret stone
The luck of the hunt is begged
Blood hair sacrificed
Skulls dug hole
The game deer ventures
Opens its senses for the last time
To feel the sting of death
The fate of the lot's corner
Falls with the raven's lure
To the edge of the raven's fir trees
The look of slaughter in his eyes
br/>The mind as the killer of a man
From there under the grouse's wings
Away from the flames of the fire
Mr. the greatest is only a humble ring
The wood will soon burn to black dust of the earth
Hallows will sparkle and coins will flash,< br/>What do you get in the bosom of the earth?
You have to kill the ravenous meat yourself
And lick every wound
A raven doesn't catch a hunter
Just as a raven catches a raven
A man doesn't beat in the cold< br/>It didn't thunder in the moonlight
A stone with a big secret
The luck of the draw has been begged
The hairs of blood have been sacrificed
The skulls have been dug up