Barnið [English translation]

Death, the fair child gets its

peace, swift spirits,

everyone cried. Mothers may

praise, ugly skottar.

The light - a harbinger of death frightens,

and so it makes us braver.

Choose the peace, cast aside the depression,

nothing has any light.

The child does not sleep,

as misery approaches the building.

The life gives the hatred here,

rather than any loyalty.

Mara watches, the harbinger of death

found the tiny thing absurdly easily.

Ghosts travel, never has

this threat loved our home.