To a strange land, land of Pohjola
I took my gift, I received it from the gods
I melted the knowledge of heaven

From the pieces of my heart I built a golden mill

I made the heavens, I delivered them

I gave the horn of plenty, released them

My king sold me to the northland queen

I forged and gave her a godlike machine
It wasn't enough for the queen of liars
To the river of death I also was sent

I was sent

The field of death I furrowed

I turned the soil black with steaming viper blood
In a forest deep underground
I hunted a wolf and a bear from the shadow


I was offered death as prize for my great deeds
False words from the tongue of the northland queen


A heart turned unto me
She whispered the knowledge of gods

And gave the missing words of wisdom
To me, a creator of heavens


A heart turned unto me