Idavoll

after the blood has dried on vigrid

and the hordes are laid to rest

sertr has flung the fire of muspel

but its embers no longer glow

arise! earth again.fair and green, modi and magni, take

up your fathers hammer.

meet me in idavollr where its always warm

come baldr and hodr, drink together, as lif and

lifthrasir have emerged from

the great ash tree. odin live on in his wisdom and thor

in his strength,we

raise our horns to the slain and remember the (old) gods

again

arise! gods again! fair and true,turn your backs to the

door that faces north.

meet me in okolnir where its always warm.

men will quarel, rivers will run, flowers will bloom and

nidhogg will feed on

the blood of the dead........