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In the marsh, the hero rides,

With the storm as his guide.

In its lair, the huge serpent awaits,

Surrounded by the light of lightning that strikes the heavens.

Beneath the boreal night, the path becomes a long

Journey, without end in the eras.

Beyond, the sky and the stars.

The ages, of mighty glory.

This is the story to tell!

The moon and the Northern Star,

Then the light of the sun.

Another day has faded away,

Like existence: first young, then old, the secret of eternal rebirth.

From the eons, a legend returns and begins a new

Journey, without end in the eras.

Beyond, the sky and the stars.

The ages, of mighty glory.

This is the story to tell!

He rules fate,

Standing alone against the horizon

Where chaos falls apart.

With his sword, armor of steel,

He holds a great shield.

Without fear, within the coils of time, he fights!

Severing the head of the beast, the ancestors watch him.

Beneath the boreal night, the path becomes a long

Journey, without end in the eras.

Beyond, the sky and the stars.

The ages, of mighty glory.

This is the story to tell!

The reptile releases its tail,

Like a Vīra he has prevailed.

The tale is written in runes on the axis of Irminsul;

Don't forget these words: for the last time, the wheel turns.

From the eons, a legend returns and begins a new

Journey, without end in the eras.

Beyond, the sky and the stars.

The ages, of mighty glory.

And the story will live on!