Hordalendingen

Waves are cutting like a knife of time
On the slippery rocks that still stands besides the shore
Two eyes are eyeing the seas
Towards the seas that once brought his ancestors glory.

A lonely mind is longing
For the raising of sails
A swordarm is longing hungrily
To cut the throats of cowards.

A forgotten treasure is now recovered
Brought out from the darkness of Midgard
Its powers will never again disappear
It is guarded by a man from Hordaland.

A night of sorrow will soon be over
Memories from ancient times will glow
A wind blows away the dust from an ancient sword
Two ravens will predict his return.

The sets in the west
He lifts his proud face
He looks towards the North Star
The Man From Hordaland.

[Norwegian]

Bølgene skærer som en tidens kniv
På de glatte svaberg som ennå står
To øyne skuer utover de hav
Som i fordums tider bar hans slekt til heder.

Et stille sinn lengter
Etter atter å heise seil
En sverdram hungrer
Etter nidmanns strupe.

En bortglemt skatt er nå gjennfunnet
Båret ut fra Midgards mørke
Den kraft skal aldri mer forsvinne
Den voktes av en mann fra Hordaland.

En sorgtung natt er snart over
Et fordums minne lyser opp
En vind blåser støv fra et gammelt sverd
To ravner varsler hans komme.

Solen går ned i vest
Han løfter sitt stolte ansikt
Han skuer mot Nordstjernen
Mannen fra Hordaland.