In the roots of Yggdrasil, the worlds awake,
From Asgard’s halls, to the shadowed lake.
Midgard stirs, as the old winds blow,
The Aesir rise, in strength and glow.
Vanaheim’s fields, of bounty full,
Alfheim shines with light most beautiful.
Svartalfheim, where the forges burn,
And mighty Jotun, once more return.
The Nine Realms open, from the great tree’s roots,
Awakened now, the gods' pursuit.
From the hall of Asgard, Odin’s mind,
Rides forth again, with fate entwined.
The realms of the Aesir and Vanir soar,
The cycle renews, like never before.
Chorus 1 (Norse)
Valkyrja, hør! Ríða æsir! Óðin fer!
Høyst til heim, vöxt um, nýr hæfi skyn!
Öll veröld ópróft, í aldr í guðr!
Rís sem sol, Alda geir!
Verse 2
Muspelheim’s flames rise high to the sky,
A fiery dawn where the embers fly.
Niflheim’s frost, cold and cruel,
But against the fire, none can rule.
Odin’s wolves, in the storm they ride,
With spear in hand, and eyes open wide.
The realms, now united, in this sacred hour,
The Aesir’s return, a thunderous power.
Helheim’s gates now open wide,
Not for the dead, but those who’ve died.
For in this time, no soul can rest,
A new age rises from the death’s cold chest.
The faith, reborn, will light the way,
For Odin’s reign to lead the day.
Chorus 2 (Anglo-Saxon)
Wæs þu hæl, weorc gemynd, weorc éaðmōd!
Hēah þēod ætsīdeþ, gemynd full, bēowas sprīngþ.
Sceaða ábæd, frēa hēahþrēat, blōd steorra!
Odin rīdeð æfter!
Verse 3
The great Yggdrasil, its roots now thrumming,
The old gods rise, the new age coming.
From Asgard’s halls, a mighty cry,
The realms unite as the heavens sigh.
The elves of light, their beauty shines,
Through silver trees, in ancient lines.
From Jotunheim’s wild, untamed land,
To the frost of Niflheim, the gods make their stand.
Vanaheim’s fields now glow with might,
And Svartalfheim’s fires burn through the night.
The winds are strong, and the sun does fade,
As Odin rides with the Valkyries arrayed.
To battle, to feast, to claim the throne,
The Nine Realms awake, and the gods have grown.
Chorus 3 (German)
Heil dir, Götter, der uralte Glanz!
Die Neun Welten erwachen im Tanz.
Odin reitet in vollen Schwung,
Die Götter ruft, und der ewige Bund!
Verse 4
The winds of fate, they call again,
The Aesir’s reign will never end.
Through fire and ice, through dark and light,
The gods return to set things right.
The Nine Realms, once torn apart,
Now joined together, as one strong heart.
Odin leads with wisdom true,
And the Vanir’s grace, with a golden hue.
From Helheim’s gates, to Muspel’s fire,
The Nine Realms answer the gods’ desire.
Odin rides, his spear held high,
The wolves at his side, under the sky.
The realms will open, they will not close,
As the old faith in the heavens grows.
Chorus 1 (Norse)
Valkyrja, hør! Ríða æsir! Óðin fer!
Høyst til heim, vöxt um, nýr hæfi skyn!
Öll veröld ópróft, í aldr í guðr!
Rís sem sol, Alda geir!
