From Ymir's flesh the earth was made And from his blood the seas Crags from his bones, trees from his hair His skull made the sky so free From his eyebrows the blessed gods Made Midgard for the sons of men And from his brains Storm-threatening clouds Midgard arise From the ashes of a thousand years of war The spark of life Touch the elm and the ash tree
Deep within their core Mankind arise Take possesion of the land, sea and shore The Spark of Life The spark of life darkness is no more From Muspelsheim fire was taken To shine over Midgard Put in a chariot to be drawn Across the sky Sol the driver hunted day for day By Skoll the wolf So finally on Ragnarök The sun will die