Heima [English translation]

Viking on a spring evening

Watches over the rivers

The ripe fruit

he cuts with his scythes

Baldur is the farmer

who wields these scythes

Times of peace, beautiful night

His family sleeps

A nice and warm piece of hey

he gives to the lamb

Baldur is the farmer

who feeds the stocky lamb

Pleases both gods and men

He is granted with luck

His wife is suitable

Watches over sons

Baldur is the farmer

who lives among these sons

He owns this heathen land

Hills, fields and rivers

Baldur is the farmer

which collects his stackings

He thanks the Gods for the peaceful times of long

The giving land stretches from the mountains all the way to the headlands

His long-sword has for a long time hung

vertical by the wall for there is no need to draw

A cool breeze and soon the winds of change will

blow through the land bleak and cold

By Urðarbrunnur Dept now ties the knots of destiny

for an unsuspecting man, and that man's name is Baldur