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 glory      A lonely mind is longing   For the raising 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 Midgard   Its powers will never again disappear   It is guarded by a man from Hordaland      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 sets in the west   He lifts his proud face   He looks towards the North Star   The Man From Hordaland