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[Norwegian]

Bring frem ditt offer
Vinteren kan lett bli lang
Vis dem ćre
Frřys undersĺtter
La blodet renne
Over hans stolthet
Til de er begjćret
For vĺr prakt og vĺr grřde

Vred blir vĺr konge
Hvis ei vĺrt lřfte blir holdt
Skral blir den avling
Som ei er blitt sĺdd

Spill ei det beste blod
Sterke sřnner fřdes ei i overflod

"Kloke volve nĺr skal jeg fĺ se, Grřderike enger"
"Nĺr skal jeg igjen fĺ fřle, Frřyas myke hender"

Dřden kommer fort
Om en ikke ćrer
Folket der under
Vaneguders frender
Bring fram
Den hellige Galte
Sĺ solen ikke slukner
Sĺ vi fremdeles kan ĺnde

Vi řnsket ei ĺ dř
Vi řnsket ei ĺ vekke
De eldstes harme
Bring fram den hellige Galte

Spill ei det beste blod
Sterke sřnner fřdes ei i overflod

"Kloke volve nĺr skal jeg fĺ se, Grřderike enger
"Nĺr skal jeg igjen fĺ fřle, Frřyas myke hender"
[Sacrifice To The Elves]

[Lyrics by Grutle Kjellson 1993/96]
[Music by Ivar Bjřrnson 1996]

Bring forth your sacrifice
The winter can last for long
Show them honour
Servants of Frey
Let the blood flow
On his pride
Until they are pleased
To provide our magnificense and growth

Our king will show his wrath
If we do not honour our promise
Poor the harvest will be
Without seeds in earth

Don't spill the finest blood
Strong sons will not be born too often

"Oh, wise Volve when shall I get to see, fields of growth
When shall I once again feel the light touch from Freyas hands"

Death comes fast
If you do not honour
The people below
The friends of the Vanirs
Bring forth
The holy boar
Then the sun will still shine
And we can still breath

We didn't wish to die
We didn't wish to awake
The wrath of the elders
Bring forth the holy boar
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