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