raabjorn speiler draugheims skodde

langt. der borte i morket

gjennom tretopper der manelys driver

langt. der borte i all take

inn gjennom min sjel den sorte angst river

pa de mosegrodde steiner de seg viser

nar nattemorket har senket seg over

ekkoene. fra deres grufulle jamring

endelost. du kan hore

i horisonten langt vekk

skimtes den sigende skadde

horder av ild rider manelyset i flokk

ved daggry de samles ved en bortgjemt adde

den iskalde snoen

har kommet

denne gang

i evig fokk

long. there away in darkness

through treetops there moonlight shines

long. there away in all mist

inside my soul the black anxiety tears

on the moss-grown stones they show themselves

when night-darkness has fallen

echoes. from their horror-full moanings

endless. you can hear

in the horizon far away

is glimpsed the talking mist

hordes of fire ride in a flock

by daybreak they gather by a hidden-away headland

the ice-cold snow

has come

this time

in everlasting snowfall