At Ætelkullan's orgy, in song courage and worship
From the pulse of the earth a rugged wilderness king is ennobled
A primeval power now bestows the battle-ready strength
To the wise and mires with ashes in the heart
The companion of the mist treads on the fleur-backed crack
He damages the defiled ground, now the mind is darkened
A soul's cry stronger than the tail of giants
The son of Denmark - from the majestic north
The son of Denmark - swore an oath to his foster land
The son of Denmark - with the voice of the storm his stanza is heard< br/>Ädemarkens son - reskinned natural philosopher
The journey continues, accompanied by his own shadow
Across rocky slopes and the dawn towards the distant horizon
Free-spirited at heart, but the means are njugga
Solid wealth is the view, and the food in his cash account
For long-distance winds and the harmony of the rain bag
In the dignified bow
He tames its rush with silly magic
Where boulders are the very parish house
Lichen formations on the trunk and root
A sacred monumental
Fire-breathing prayers near the foot of the mountain
Hear in his madrigal
The son of Èdemarken - the prophet of the highlands
The son of Èdemarken - possesses the mystery of the outlands
The son of Èdemarken son - by the family hills
The son of the Ädemark - he is omnämud as Winter Sorrow