Behind the depth, before the height
Surrounded by the serpent Jörmundgand
World of Man in the middle
Of heat and ice, built by the Ymer brow
World of Man, hot and cool, high and low
In between extremities rises Midgård, mighty as the stem of the tree
Ash and Elm, the human pair living off its precious fruits
But soon it may end
Middle Earth, Old Midgård we wish the tree will burst into leaf
Will someday your balance reach an end and you'll start to fade
Mannaheim, old Midgard all your walls start to tumble down
May the tree be reborn from the ash it will grow again
Let's defend Midgård
We call the High One
Sow upon the field the rune of Jara
Middle Earth, Old Midgård we wish the tree will burst into leaf
Will someday your balance reach an end and you'll start to fade
Mannaheim, old Midgård all your walls start to tumble down
May the tree be reborn from the ash it will grow again
Let's defend Midgård
We call the High One
Sow upon the field the rune of Jara
In between extremities rises Midgård, mighty as the stem of the tree
Ash and Elm, the human pair living of its precious fruits
But soon it may end
