Hevjíd in homrum
the hard-spoken poem,
wild valkyries,
winter's børn,
tit my fronds,
freezing whirlwinds,
born by Óðn.
Hurry up to war
hammered daughters,
raised to power
want a stroke of joy;
buried from the ground
roaring flames of battle.
Ramar I carved
runes, ið rinda
ravn ræ.
Sigmundur shall prove,
Tróndur trøllsterkur kvad.
Valhøll shall be defended,
the vaults gave
Many northern lands to mid.
Eydnd that inna
should not Signumdi
Eystlandi síð.
Fjallfrídu Føroyar,
ramasta rune,
written by the gods
for individuals discussed!
Trygdareid Trondur
he trusted to defend
his family.
Hevjeid in homrum
the hard-spoken poem,
wild valkyries
give me vørn.
Against Sigmund
His ships sailing,
Country avoiding him,
Against Christianity
Churches breaking,
Tróndur to Tór and to Óðin is swearing,
sighs the heathen eagle.