On the slope of a naked rock somewhere in

Ska?inawjo - the isles of Ska?is - 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.