Gjennom skog, over fjell
paa kalde vidder jeg trar...
Paa snoe og is gjennom tusner av aar.
I de dype daler vandrer ulver hvilelost...
uten foede, uten kristenblod bringer
ravner ut sin noed med grusom roest.
Hoeyreist over marken staer ett dystert fjell,
hvor taken evig dekker hver en tinde,
og hver en bre...
med endeloese stup hvorhven mang en mann
har fallt ned.
I den dype skogen,
kledt av kalde stormers jag...
I de dystre vinterlandskap,
hvor moerket aldri slipper tak (tagg?)...
Translation:
Through forest, over mountain
I am treading on the cold plains,
on the snow and ice, through thousands of years.
In the deep valleys wolves wander restlessly
without food, without christian blood,
ravens bring out their distress with their cruel voice.
Tall above the ground there's a bleak mountain,
where the mist covers forever every peak and every glacier
with endless precipices where many a man has fallen down.
In the deep forest
storms' rage covered by cold,
In the bleak winter landscape
where darkness never leaves a gap...
paa kalde vidder jeg trar...
Paa snoe og is gjennom tusner av aar.
I de dype daler vandrer ulver hvilelost...
uten foede, uten kristenblod bringer
ravner ut sin noed med grusom roest.
Hoeyreist over marken staer ett dystert fjell,
hvor taken evig dekker hver en tinde,
og hver en bre...
med endeloese stup hvorhven mang en mann
har fallt ned.
I den dype skogen,
kledt av kalde stormers jag...
I de dystre vinterlandskap,
hvor moerket aldri slipper tak (tagg?)...
Translation:
Through forest, over mountain
I am treading on the cold plains,
on the snow and ice, through thousands of years.
In the deep valleys wolves wander restlessly
without food, without christian blood,
ravens bring out their distress with their cruel voice.
Tall above the ground there's a bleak mountain,
where the mist covers forever every peak and every glacier
with endless precipices where many a man has fallen down.
In the deep forest
storms' rage covered by cold,
In the bleak winter landscape
where darkness never leaves a gap...