As a winter king in a cave of ice,
Nóhöggur lies in Nábítsvell.
Hrímþurs accompany me on the black svell.
Blinking northern lights in Niflheimsäkai,
The frightening threat keeps the confidence.
Yes, here there is nothing but silence and ice.
This is where the truth comes,
feel cold.
The world freezes to the sky,
here it sleeps for centuries.
The bears howl while the wind howls
and the wind part after a while.
The brain is cracked and it spews death.
Sleep. Sleep.
The air is full of ice cream.
Here is the ice that is falling.
Here the men die and Múspellsbró They.
Sleep. Sleep.
When the day dawns.
Here the ice sleeps.
The underworld, where the damned go.
The day has dawned, but it is dark everywhere.< br/>My little daughter, what did I do to you?
It comes out of Hvergelm with a threat and eight
And with me everyone runs for their lives.
It doesn't publish Nifls- Á between nights.
Sleep. Sleep.
The weather is sleeping on its wings.
We are caught in a few places
and physically tied with ice bonds.
Sleep. Sleep.
When the day dawns.
Here she sleeps.
It was a relief when my daughter died,
sleep that fast and feel it ©r ró³,
my arms protect from cold and snow.