Letra Donar's Oak de Falkenbach original

Branches as high as a vigilant eye could see,
Magic runes, once scratched into this tree.
An old man sat down at this mighty oak,
Every morning, day by day...
And he closed his eyes
While a gasp blew through it's leaves...
And he began to speak...

Land er heilact, er ec liggia sĂŠ
ĂĄsom oc ĂĄlfom nĂŚr;
Enn í Þrúðheimi scal þórr vera,
Unz um riĂşfaz regin.

Ydalir heita, Ăžar er Ullr hefir
SĂŠr um gorva sali;
Álfheim Frey gåfo í årdaga
TĂ­var at tannfĂŠ.

Roots as deep as the very depths of heart,
Source for those who know what's still to come...
Man of wisdom and knowledge great,
With hair as white as snow...
The young amongst them in a circle sat
And listened to his voice.
...while he began to speak...

Land er heilact, er ec liggia sĂŠ
ĂĄsom oc ĂĄlfom nĂŚr;
Enn í Þrúðheimi scal þórr vera,
Unz um riĂşfaz regin.

Ydalir heita, Ăžar er Ullr hefir
SĂŠr um gorva sali;
Álfheim Frey gåfo í årdaga
TĂ­var at tannfĂŠ.