| En starkande kansla som haller anden vid liv
| A strengthening chancellery that keeps the spirit alive
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| Som overlever nornornas alla nycker
| Who survives all the whims of the witches
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| En kraft som segrar over alla fiender
| A force that triumphs over all enemies
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| Den slumrar i dina blodsband, men finns dar kvar
| It slumbers in your bloodstream, but is still there
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| Ett naturens vasen, sjalens barande stomme
| A vase of nature, the supporting frame of the shawl
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| En fornimmelse fran forr, i arv fran vara forfader
| A feeling from the past, inherited from our ancestor
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| En ymnigt strommande styrka, lika gammal som tiden sjalv
| An abundant flowing force, as old as time itself
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| En ododlig energi, som i naturen frodas
| An immortal energy, which thrives in nature
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| I varje levande fors och sjo, i varje maktig ek och reslig gran
| In every living rapids and lake, in every mighty oak and tall spruce
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| Stilla den andas, lugnt och starkt
| Quiet it breathes, calm and strong
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| Men ett vaket sinne ser och hor, hur den vacker sjalaminnen
| But an awake mind sees and hears, how the beautiful shawl memories
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| I glomska den ligger, men ger givmilt nar du ar redo att ta emot
| In oblivion it lies, but gives generously when you are ready to receive
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| Redo att vacka din ande till liv
| Ready to bring your spirit to life
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| Dess kalla ar outsinlig, evig och oppen at alla som bar den inom sig
| Its cold is inexhaustible, eternal and open to all who carried it within themselves
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| Lat den ej for evigt sova!
| Do not let it sleep forever!
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| Kann dess aterkomst, likt nagot som saknats
| Know its return, like something that was missing
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| En del av den du ar, ett kall fran ditt blod
| Part of who you are, a cold from your blood
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| Kann ditt arv, och hur nordens sjal flyter genom dina adror
| Know your heritage, and how the Nordic shawl flows through your veins
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| Ett fatal ar vi som urkraften minnes
| We are a fatal one who remembers the primordial power
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| Evigt styrkta av en flamma som aldrig slocknar
| Eternally strengthened by a flame that never goes out
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| Varlden ar holjd i morker
| The world is shrouded in darkness
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| Men nordstjarnan leder oss till slaget pa Vigrids slatt | But the north star leads us to the battle of Vigrid's plain |