Odens återkomst [English translation]

Mark the time that the sand has run

In the hourglass, measuring the years

Remember the winds that blew

And how the trees whimpered from their wounds

But now the wind carries a scent

A scent that smells appealing

A smell of something older

And yet something green

(REF)

Listen to this call, my one-eyed friend

Valhalla is waiting for its warriors

Listen to this call, my one-eyed friend

Valhalla is waiting for its warriors

Now the journeyman stands in the doorframe

And here he demands his right

he doesn't yell, he whispers

And the door gently closes

He was born of this earth

He was conceived by the forest

Came from out of the river

And can be seen dwelling in the mountains

(REF)

Slept, he has long

He has been resting in his nest

Awoken from his nightmares

He is coming to seek peace

Long forgotten and missing

Now he appears to stand again

Returning back from antiquity

Like a king he appears to come

(REF)

Listen to this call, my one-eyed friend

Valhalla is waiting for its warriors