Hörkkutröllin hræða geð
rimþursarnir fornir
dvergar álvar draugar með
dísir völvur nornir

Átti ég þrættur erfitt kreik
illu þankinn spáudi
skógar loksins undir eik
eina setjast náði

Stóð í brekku stofninn hallt
stórfljót nokkurt viður
limar huldu landið allt
aufin héngu niður

Hörkkutöllin hræða geð
rimþursarnir fornir
dvergar álvar draugar með
dísir völvur nornir

Skógatröll um vindavöll
vakti sköll hin mestu
straumaföll úr stormahöll
steyptust öll hin verstu

The grim giants are frightening
The ancients frost giants
And dwarfs, elves, ghosts
Demigoddesses, enchantresses, Norns

I was tired and had a hard journey,
I had bad premonitions,
Finally I sat down
Under an oak tree in the forest

The tree stood leaning on a slope
At a large river's side
Its branches shadowed the entire land
And its leaves hung down low

The grim giants are frightening
The ancients frost giants
And dwarfs, elves, ghosts
Demigoddesses, enchantresses, Norns

The forest giant uttered mighty bellows
Through the field of winds
Enormous floods of water
Cascaded from the castle of storms (= sky)