Hunters of the forest, in days of heroes,
Looked towards the roaring sky, brave and bold.
They see the sparks of the gods, waging war against all odds,
The lightnings are mighty, the heavenly sparks.
When they fell to the ground, loud and hard,
These hunters would praise the sky louder and stronger.
They believed it to be a gift from the gods,
Thunder Iron, right from the sky.
Beating with hammer, the golden ember.
The thunder iron is beaten to shine.
Once shaped a sword, fine and sharp,
Demons and enemies alike, all fled afar.
When thunders fell, from heaven to the earth
Heavenly iron fell as well.
Hunters thank the sky, with songs and chants,
Like their fathers before them, who blessed the sky.