Frithiof's Saga-Heavenwood

Under the caress of the mountain prospered Two mortals which all beheld Never surrending before them All happening in a horrifying manner One, proud as a god Raised high his head for heaven Bold and brave, the hunter (of that forest, be was alone) The other, sweet as rosary Despite being arrested by the winter Which coldness makes anyone fall Still then (she stubornly rose her head) with love For despite the unleashed storm Their beauty and love (were the truth to their union) Cause after uncovering the sun Were they still holding one another Both living in happiness The boy in his youth was Frithiof Beauty young... Ingesburge Was the maiden of his dreams Both so sweet as Brunhilde That Freya, goddess of love Wanted them to live in her mansion Were they both shelted without delay The moon undone in moonlight Near the forest they danced Without knowing what has been Embraced together through the flames of the night When be understood the signs Frithiof, happier than a god Felt in intensive happiness When he met his knewly bride