under bergets rot

vid morgonstund jag skadade pa bergets rygg

en fara rod som hjarteblod

djupt jag sag den falla

in i dunklet av bergets rot

vid solnedgang jag skadade pa bergets rygg

nu som lagor de dansa

i sommarnatten

barnen av hallens stam

in mot dunklet av bergets rot

modigt jag klangde vid farans gap

snart sanktes jag mot morkrets skote

fornfaders sang i djupet lat

i minnet fann jag da

en sang jag aldrig sjungit forr

fran mina lappar

fran mina bringa den eka

den sang jag aldrig sjungit forr

vid morgonstund jag skadade i grottans valv

en skymt av vinterns vita ljus

da steg jag med hast

ur dunklet av bergets rot

vid solnedgang jag skadade pa marken kall

snons och isens tacke

da blott en stund jag sjungit

med folket av bergets rot

in the early morning i beheld on the mountain ridge

a furrow

red as heart blood

i saw it descend deep

into the darkness of the mountain's roots

in time of sundown i beheld on the mountain

now like flames they dance

in the summer night

children of tribe of the rocks

into the darkness of the mountain's roots

bravely i clinged onto the furrow's abyss

soon i fell into the home of darkness

the song of ancient fathers was heard there

from memories i found then

a song i had never sang before

from my lips

from my chest an echo

the song i had never sang before

in the early morning i beheld on the cave's ceiling

a glimpse of winter's white shining

then i stepped with haste

from the darkness of the mountain's roots

in time of sundown i witnessed on the cold land

a cover of snow and ice

there i sang for a mere moment

with the people of the mountain's roots