Waves are cutting like a knife of time  On the slippery rocks that still stands besides the shore  Two eyes are eyeing the seas  Towards the seas that once brought his ancestors  A lonely mind is longing  For the rasing of sails  A swordarm is longing hungrily  To cut the throats of cowards  A forgotten treasure is now recovered  Brought out from the darkness of Midhard  Its powers will never again disappear  It is guarded by a man from Hordeland  A night of sorrow will soon be over  Memories from ancient times will glow  A wind blows away the dust from an ancient sword  Two ravens will predict his return  The sun sets in the west  He lifts his proud face  He looks towards the North Star  The Man From Hordaland