The aura of stillness,
Hear the echoes of silence,
Sounding between the stone walls.
The tongues of the forest whisper,
When the mist is crawling down the mountain ridge,
Monotonous chimes are sounding,
Over the clouded surroundings.
The spirit of winter is spreading it's coldness,
Crawling along the hillsides.
The primeval night is born in the lands of ascending winter,
The fimbula cold freezes the night still.
And the hymns of the winter demon,
Sounds towards the dark forests,
In the eternal midwinter night
Hear the echoes of silence,
Sounding between the stone walls.
The tongues of the forest whisper,
When the mist is crawling down the mountain ridge,
Monotonous chimes are sounding,
Over the clouded surroundings.
The spirit of winter is spreading it's coldness,
Crawling along the hillsides.
The primeval night is born in the lands of ascending winter,
The fimbula cold freezes the night still.
And the hymns of the winter demon,
Sounds towards the dark forests,
In the eternal midwinter night