| BERGA FJVR MEN ÁK INT TWISK.LÁND. WALDA BÀRNADON THÉR.THRVCH ÀFTER EKKORUM ÀND THÁ WIND DÁNA WÉI KÉM. THÁ WÁJADON VSA LANDA FVL ASK. RIN.STRÁMA  WRDON VRLÉID ÀND BY HJARA MVDA KÉMON NÉJA É.LANDA FON SAND ÀND DRIVANDE KWIK.||did mountains spew fire, but also in the Twiskland. As a result, forests burned one after the other, and when Wind came from there, our lands were covered with ashes. Rivers changed their course, and at their mouths new islands were formed of sand and drowned animals.|
|THRJU JÉR WAS JRTHA ALSA TO LYDANDE MEN THÁ HJU BÉTER WÉRE MACHT MÀN HJRA WNDA SJA. FÉLO LANDA WÉRON VR.SVNKEN  ÔRA UTA SÉ RÉSEN ÀND THAT TWISK.LAND TO FÁRA.N. HALFDÉL VNTWALT. BÀNDA FINDA.S FOLK KÉMON THA LÉTOGHA RUMTNE BIFÁRA. VSA WÉI.BRITNE WRDON VRDELGEN JEFTA  HJA WRDON HJARA HARLINGA. THÁ WARTH WÁKANDOM VS DVBBELD BODEN. ÀND TID LÉRD.VS THÀT ÉNDRACHT VSA STÀRIKSTE BURCH IS.||Earth suffered like this for three years, but when she recovered, one could see her wounds. Many lands were submerged, others had risen out of the sea, and half of the Twiskland had been deforested. Bands of Finda's folk came roaming across the empty spaces, and our dispersed people were exterminated or became their allies. This forced us to be twice as vigilant and time taught us that unity is our strongest burg.|
[8. Inscribed on the Treasureburg]
[8a. Magyars and Finns, ca. 2090 BCE]
|THIT STÉT INNA WÁRA.BURCH BY THÉRE ALDE.GÁ.MVDE  WRYT. THJU WÁRA.BURCH NIS NÉN FÁMNA.BURCH. MEN THÉR IN WRDON ALLA ÛT.HÉMEDE ÀND VR.LÁNDESKA THINGA WÁRATH. THÉR MITH.BROCHT BINNE THRVCH THA STJÛRAR. HJU IS THRI PÉLA THAT IS  EN HALF TY SÛDWARD FON MÉDÉA.S.BLIK LÉZEN.||This is inscribed on the Treasureburg at the Aldergamouth. The Treasureburg is not a maidens burg, but it contains all the exotic and foreign things that the steersmen brought here. It is located three poles, or half of a tide south from Medeasblik.|
|ALSA IS THÀT FÔR.WORD.||This is the foreword:|
|BERGA NÍGATH THINNA KRUNNA. WOLKA AND STRAMA WÉN.
JES. SKÉNLAND BLÔST.
SLÁVONA FOLKA STAPPATH VPPA  THIN KLÁT. O. FRYA.
|Mountains, bow your crowns; weep, O clouds and streams.
Yes, Skeanland blushes:
slave folk step upon your clothing, oh, Frya!
|ALSA IS THJU SKÉDNESSE.||This is the history:|
|100 ÀND 1 JÉR NÉI THAT ALD.LAND SVNKEN IS. KÉM THÉR UT.ET||One hundred and one years after Aldland sank,|
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