Under the caress of the mountain prospered 
Two mortals which all beheld 
Never surrending before them 
All happening in a horrifying manner 
One, proud as a god 
Raised high his head for heaven 
Bold and brave, the hunter 
(of that forest, he was alone) 
The other, sweet as a rosary 
Despite being arrested by the winter (Season) 
Which coldness makes anyone fall 
Still then (she stubornly rose her head) with love 
For thespite the unleashed storm 
Their beauty and love 
(were the truth to their union) 
'Cause after uncovering the sun 
Were they still holding one another 
Both living in happiness 
The boy in his youth was Frithiof 
Beauty young... Ingesburge 
Was the maiden of his dreams 
Both so sweet as Brunbilde 
That Freya, goddess of love 
Wanted them to live in her mansion 
And so, were they both shelted withut delay 
The moon undone in moonlight 
Near the forest they danced 
Without knowing what has been 
Embraced together through the flames of the night 
When he understood the signs 
Frithiof, happier than a god 
Felt in intensive happiness 
When he met his knewly bride