Up stood the Wolf King Nardo,
Bravest of his kin and kindest,
Savage hunter shod with silence,
Fare less singer in the moon-light,
Standing high so all cold here him
On the peeks of Idrom Uakin,
To the snow hare and the eagle,
To the elk and fleet-foot zanink,
To the horse herds sadly waning
To the moose herds weakly starving,
Spoke then with a voice of thunder:
"I will journey for our hardships
To the fortress of the Ice King,
To the mountains of the Tarukuch
Where he rules in his dark place.
I will seek the season changing,
Winter dark to silver springtime,
Hammer hail to gentle summer,
Of all the creatures I am swiftest,
Of all the fighters the most deadly,
I fair not death nor what comes after.
I will take this task upon me."