Hauch wird Sturm [English translation]

A wind from the north, a wind from the sea

A wind from the heart of cold

A wind which is raging, a wind which is crying

A wind from the darkness of memories

The pale hand in the flood

The horse of the depths is shaking

Be aware of the blood of Ymir

Because this breeze becomes storm

Silence at the cliffs of the song

For now the skald´s mead is running

Grimnir dressed himself in the garments of a hawk

And widened his arms in the storm

Once a hawk rowed over the sun

Over waving waters

With the autumn storms comes a song

And Mimir opens his eyes

The pale hand in the flood

An arm that grips without hold

Be aware of the blood of Ymir

Because this breeze becomes storm