Ett tecken for Svearikets styrka
En symbol for svunnen prakt
Enande for oss som funnit nordens sanna styrka
Enande for oss som arar svunnen makt.
Den kraftiga aska du bringar
Buren av guden som fardas av bockar dragen
Och nar han Hrungners dod svingar
da ekar de maktiga hammarslagen.
[Chorus 1:]
Du som skapar det maktigaste av dan
Du som drapte Jordens gordel
Du som svingas av Jordens son
Du som aro tursars bodel.
Ett vapen av stal som aldrig ger vika
Talet kring din styrka kanns oandligt
Vi din anda aldrig kunnat svika
Heimdalls soner dig bar standigt.
Aven nu da mangen forlust ar liden
Vi bar dig, av Sindre smiden
Pa brostet vi dig stolt skall bara
Evigt trotsande varldslig fara.
[Chorus 2:]
Pa brostet vi dig stolt skall bara
Evigt trotsande varldslig fara
Vi som nordens sanna ande ara
Vi som en dag till Valhall fara.
Du, som Baldersbalet helgade
Du, som krossade de som Odens son vredgade.
[English translation]
A symbol of the Swedish kingdom's strength
A symbol of lost pride
Uniting for us who has found the north's true strength
Uniting for us who honour lost power.
The mighty thunder, you bringst
Carried by the god, who travels dragged (in a chariot) by goats
And when he swings Hrunger's death
Then the mighty hammerblows echoes.
[Chours 1:]
You, who creates the mighties of thunder
You who slaid the gerdle of earth
You, who is swung by earth's son
You, who are giants executioner.
A weapon of steel, that never gives in
The number of your strength seems to be endless
We, in your spirit never can fail
Sons of Heimdall carries you allways.
Even now when we have suffered great loss
We carry you, crafted by Sindre
On the chest, we shall proudly carry you
Eternally defying worldwide dangers.
[Chorus 2:]
On the chest, we shall proudly carry you
Eternally defying worldwide dangers
We, who honour the nordic spirit
We, who one day shall travel to Valhall.
You, who blessed Balders pyre
You, who crushed whoever angered Odins son.
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