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 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  Dont 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"