Heilung - Traust (long version)

Lyrics translate: Trust Once the Idisi set forth, to this place and that; Some fastened fetters, some hindered the horde, Some loosed the bonds from the brave: Leap forth from the fetters, escape from the foes. I sing you the first spell, which is most useful, the one Rind sang to Ran: that you throw off all which you deem to be evil; be your own master. (I wash from me my enemies’ hatred, the greed and wrath of powerful men) I sing you the second spell, in case you must travel roads against your will, then may Urd’s bonds hold you on all sides, while you are on the way. (I wash from me my enemies’ hatred, the greed and wrath of powerful men) I sing you the third spell, in case mighty rivers threaten you with death, then may Horn and Rud meanwhile revert to Hel, an ever dwindle for you. (I wash from me my enemies’ hatred, the greed and wrath of powerful men) I sing you the fourth spell, in case battle-ready foes meet you on the gallow-way, then may they change their minds, become friends with you, intent on making peace. (I wash from me my enemies’ hatred, the greed and wrath of powerful men) I sing you the fifth spell, in case fetters will restrain your arms and legs: then shall Leifnir’s flames be sung over your leg, and your limbs be liberated, your feet unfettered. (I wash from me my enemies’ hatred, the greed and wrath of powerful men) I sing you the sixth spell, in case you must travel an ocean greater than men have known: then may the calm and the sea join together in the quern, and ever grant you a peaceful journey. (I wash from me my enemies’ hatred, the greed and wrath of powerful men) I sing you the seventh spell, in case you meet with frost on a high mountain: then may not the corpse-cold destroy your flesh, and may your body keep its limbs. (I wash from me my enemies’ hatred, the greed and wrath of powerful men) I sing you the eigth spell, in case you are caught outside by night on a gloomy road: that you may avoid being harmed by a Christian dead woman. (I wash from me my enemies’ hatred, the greed and wrath of powerful men) I sing you the ninth spell, in case you must exchange words with the spear-noble giant: may you then be given, from the heart of Mimir, sufficient words and wit. (I wash from me my enemies’ hatred, the greed and wrath of powerful men) Once the Idisi set forth, to this place and that; Some fastened fetters, some hindered the horde, Some loosed the bonds from the brave: Leap forth from the fetters, escape from the foes.