Völuspá

Look at the sky
Look at it
Look at the sky, up high, the dark vault of a stormy sky
Once babel conquered the sun
For every glass, every stone we raise in its name
Ashes, the ashes of their past, flying away
Now all become one people and speak the same language
Getting drunk on its wine, its pride, and its vices
Do you see what it is?
Of gold and silver, work of human hands
Not unto us, lord

The temple builders have forsaken the covenant
Not unto us, lord
By the foam of blood, they replaced clay
Not unto us, lord
But for their own glory

Look at the gall
Look at it
Look at the gall, down below, and those people in the shadow of nations
Once babel touched the sky
For every glass, for every stone we raise in its name
Ashes, the ashes of their life, flying away
Do you see what it is?
What it is?

One language, unique words
Not unto us, lord
Just one voice, one single banner

Now all become one
What has been, will be, what has been done will be done again
Now nothing will stop
All they intend to do

One lip, unique words
Not unto us, lord
Just one voice, one single banner
Not unto us, lord
One face that has nothing left to tell