mot skuggornas varld
finntroll
mitt skepp av nagel och tand
min sista segling over kolsvart hav
nu eka min sang mina sista ord
i morgonrodnad och aftonstund
fran fjarran lat en vinande vind
och en sang ur rymdens andlosa brus
i fjarran jag skadat en eld
mot den nu likskeppet styr
omvalvd av sang ur dodens kor
fran springor de stiga bland morka berg
jag sag en skog och en brinnande hard
i skuggornas varld. fran fjarran lat en vinande vind
och en sang ur rymdens andlosa brus
i woke up in ancient darkness
towards the stars i treaded
my ship made of nails and teeth
sails made of dead man's hair
men of death's profession
my final sail over the coal black sea
over the glaciers' widths
in the red morning and in the eve
from afar blows a howling wind
and a song from the endless noises of space
towards it the corpse vessel now steers
beyond the light of the stars
overturned by the song of the death's crew
from gorges they step among dark mountains
i saw a forest and a burning stove
in the world of shadows. ve