Fangs of Madgàlà [Original Norse Chant]

Fang, when you rage
Fang, when it always rains
Fang, so sharp as the iron blade
Fang, you break deep into my shade.

Fang, you were my winter hunt
Fang, you were my summer soul
Fang, run into the ancient holt
Fang, bring me love but rather gold.

Far, so far into the rain
There where the joy falls over pain

There, yes there where you were my stream
Where do I belong with you my winter dream.

Belonging, where I belong with you
Your mind bends upon the rage of mine

Tear, share your tears upon my hands
But still to far, far from my lands.

My sweet, no more love, you go so far
You must run as I will die.

Go, go as you are free,
You are cold, the fang stays still .

Cold, the cold
So far to reach

Far, so far
To where joy is.