By dirt and soil, by rock and stone
The blade of scythe to mould and hone
I honor every word of Heimdal's code
I trust the river, soil and earth
That gave myself and my kin birth
I embrace my sylvan abode
My son grows strong as ram and ox
By cutting trees and hurling rocks
Upon the land that never shall be sold
The hands of iron grips the truth
Unto to old age, from days of youth
Strong enough to always hold
Tveita, Boga, Brandr, Hestr
Geirr, Fleinn, Ok Hjúfr
Lífa, Frelsi
No matter how the foul winds blow
Deep within myself I know
Why and what we are supposed to be
I see the herbs and flowers grow
Another year of riches show
Therfore Heimdal, I give unto thee
Tveita, Boga, Brandr, Hestr
Geirr, Fleinn, Ok Hjúfr
Lífa, Frelsi
Tveita, Boga, Brandr, Hestr
Geirr, Fleinn, Ok Hjúfr
Lífa, Frelsi
