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 A lonely mind is longing For the rasing 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 Midhard Its powers will never again disappear It is guarded by a man from Hordeland 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 sun sets in the west He lifts his proud face He looks towards the North Star The Man From Hordaland