Met [English translation]

Dost thou know of the big bang from the horn?

Dost thou know of the reason for the Northman's anger?

Clear as the water from our valleys,

Yellow as the ripe ears of wheat,

It must flow from the barrel,

So we pour battle and victory.

Mead, Mead, Mead, Mead, Mead, Mead

High in the North, deep in the fog

Where the men sail with Njørd

There we want to swing our axes in battle

After the hunting season singing at the fire

Raising the horns and the tankards

Mead, it is a blessing to the Æsir

Mead, Mead, Mead, Mead, Mead, Mead