| 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 |