Far from the cradle of life, pinnacles risen from northern hemisphere
Adjourn if you dare, through the mists of the fjord
Climb the heights of mountains, through storms that whip
The tundra calls, North!With dire hunger, through the wild you wander
The stars will guide you, North!

Before you stands this pedestal through which clouds can pass
And upon her feet the growth of untamed wild, with riches buried deep in stone
By night in rhythmic movement, skies ablaze, North!
In sight the lightning strikes, with ancient rumble, North!

In constant presence of hidden energies
Spirits whose names are uttered now in secrecy

Naud, Odal, Reid, Thurs!

Far from home you have come, if you quest these heights
Hardened by treacherous waves and elusive lights
Climbed the highest mountains, through storms that whip
Heed the call, North!In dire hunger, the wilds you conquered, with skies that guide you North!

Stand still and listen to wisp of wind
Silence, the mountain speaks

Naud, Odal, Reid, Thurs!

Silent voices conjured a thought within, a change of spirit or fear if you will.
Masked forces of the wild settled in, at first invisible to the beholder
Thoughts that you will not be making it back at all
Leaving soul behind in barren wastes
Between the rocks that guard both sanity and sickness
To were all unpleasantries of the mind is sent
But stay resilient and strong of the will, and learn wisdoms forlorn
Hear the speech carried on a gailing wind, written with treacherous eyes of the bog
To where serpents gather on sunburnt stone, a carcass left of beast stripped to the bone
An offering to the gods of north so that one may venture forth
Stand still and listen, to the wisp of wind!

Far from the cradle it spawned, beauty risen this pedestal
Through endless hardships and tests it has come to be
Wooded wilds and tundra, snow and ice
Lingering ancient spirits, North!
By the hammer and forgotten runes, we call to thee, North!

Naud, Odal, Reid, Thurs!