| Bottomless abyss, ginnungagap | |
| Darkness without end before the morning of time | |
| The cold empire's eleven rivers frozen | |
| Frost mist spreads itself wide out | |
| The gust from Nivlhel in the north fills the mighty gap | |
| Licking tongues of fire from the south | |
| Boiling, bubbling venom | |
| All life has it's origin in a source of | |
| Jotunblood | |
| Your mind's own evil inner: | |
| Jotunblood | |
| Screams from Hvergelmes source | |
| United with nauseating drops of venom | |
| The first, the father of all families | |
| Created by the two elements | |
| With himself he breeded | |
| Our proud ancestors | |
| Our primitive force's deep roots | |
| With energy from the cattle's four rivers | |
| A knife through the dark | |
| A shrill scream | |
| A pale face foams | |
| He wanders proudly over Ymer's bones | |
| All life has it's origin in a source of | |
| Jotunblood | |
| Your mind's own evil inner: | |
| Jotunblood | |
| If one seeks all Midgard's knowledge | |
| If the wise woman swings her staff | |
| One can not avoid one's origin | |
| The chaos of the primitive force: | |
| Jotunblood |