Translations:
Andar hyldýpsins, hér kallar mínir allir öflugustu einn og allir, Orthros hugsanir mínar syngja í gegnum alheiminn sem þær hringja nú. Taktu óvin þinn, taktu högg hennar. Brjóttu hana, smánaðu hana á nóttunni. Úr voldugum heljardjúpum
kastið myrkri þínu á skel hans. Ó Orthros, ó skínandi stjarna. Snertu hann, brenndu hann úr fjarska. Hefndin mun eiga sinn dag þar sem óvinur þinn byrjar að berjast. Svo það sé-Spirits of the abyss, here my call all most powerful one and all, Orthros my thoughts do sing through the universe they now ring. Take thine enemy, take her smite. Break her, scorn her in the night. From the mighty depths of hell
cast your darkness on his shell. Oh Orthros, oh shinning star. Touch him, burn him from afar. Revenge now will have its day for thine enemy starts to fray. So it be
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