A song for Ingvi Freyr

Lord of Elves, and lord of the field,

Lord of leaves and linden-shield;

Darker days are now left behind

And comes a warmer wind.

We drink and feast to thy merry health,

We'll pray to prosper, pray for wealth;

Fair was the blót, and fairer the skies,

We hail to the king who never dies.

Sing for laughter, sing for cheer,

Sing for a another fruitful year;

Sing for the love of a youthful maid

And sheath the shining blade.

All is well, and all is fine,

A horn of ale and a cup of wine!

Bring the flute, and bring the drum,

For the king who never dies is come.