Оригинален текст
On the slope of a naked rock
somewhere in Skapinawjo
- the isles of Skapis - a blonde,
fur-clad man immortalises his
memory of Mannus, the oldest Ing.
A large manlike shape is engraved
in the rock; bloodred in colour,
with a large phallus. His hands are
stretching toward the sky. Mannus,
the son of Tuisto, made sure his
tribe survived the cold north
together with his sons; Inguz,
Herminuz and Istwo.
Tuisto's heart is
warmed by the sight of his descendants;
he knows the gods are not forgotten.
Then - he reasons
- there is hope after all,
for the coming generations.