Your hair is blonde, your teeth are white
Your voice is that of the Valkyries, of the Nordic Seas
Your eyes are blue, your boots ride high
Your satin cape protects us, from the midnight sun
Glaciers start to crumble
Whenever you sing
The narwhale dares not defy you
Nor does the walrus king
Polaris bows before you
Takes his place on high
He guides the fishermen below you
Points out the northern sky
Agnethaina
Agnethaina
Agnethaina
Agnethaina
Your heart is cold, your veins are ice
You're the Scandinavian queen, of this artic paradise
Your skin is fair, your breasts they heave
As your breath carries the words, of the sacred rites
Glaciers start to crumble
Whenever you sing
The narwhale dares not defy you
Nor does the walrus king
Polaris bows before you
Takes his place on high
He guides the fishermen below you
Points out the northern sky