A magic sea well hidden - no human knows its way, at an island in the ocean - from there she begins her journey. She rides among the humans - those honoured by her stay, she brings to all those people joy and harmony.

Mother Earth, Nerthus - the eldest of the Wans! On your bless our lives depend! Holy mother of nine daughters - they all inhereted your strenght!

And every place she visits - becomes when she is near, a place of peace and quiet - gone is war and fear. And in the tracks of her wain - the crops will start to grow, and bring good growth and harvest - her divinity will show.

Mother Earth, Nerthus - the eldest of the Wans! On your bless our lives depend! Holy mother of nine daughters - they all inhereted your strenght!

She soon get tired of the humans and their ungodly ways, the priest takes her back to the holy grove - bringing forth the slaves. They wash her and they clean her - and her wain is covered again, and as she goes back to the realms - the sea swallows all trace.

Mother Earth, Nerthus - the eldest of the Wans! On your bless our lives depend! Holy mother of nine daughters - they all inhereted your strenght!