Ett yverboret brdraskap i tckenlandskap frdas fram
lngs en florygg i vargavdrets armar
Med frusen lngtan i sitt brst, efter fimbulfolkets rst
I kammarherrens salar de skola finna trst
Och hllebergets dova stmma vilsefrdar kvalfylld ts
in mot klippors djupa sarkofager
En rst s ilsken, krv och kall, ver fururs pelarhall
P lyss och lur hon vandrar och frnimmer fjllets kall
[Refrng:]
I besmyckade kamrar
Skrattekon hamrar
Nr minnet har drpts i mrkrets fostringssal
I irrgngar jungfrun famlar
I gyllenrda tempelsalen kldd i hudar, skinn och gull
Vakar trollfar sitt mnsvda rike
Urtidsdunklets arvelott, glmskebrygdens sagoslott
I fimbulfolkets boning rder dyster stmning blott
Lekamliggrelse frn grstensstod i nattens svepningsskrud
Mktig avbild av jtteskugga reses
Vlnadsblek och mrkersint, bergakung i fjllets klint
Naturens ldsta allmakt drper skoningsblint
[Refrng:]
I besmyckade kamrar
Skrattekon hamrar
Nr minnet har drpts i mrkrets fostringssal
I irrgngar jungfrun famlar
[English translation:]
The People Of The Bitter Winter1
A patriotic brotherhood travels forth in foggy landscape.
Along the ridge of a sedimental mountain in the arms of the bitter weather.
With frozen pining in their chests, after the voice of the people of the bitter winter
In the halls of the chamberlain they shall find comfort.
And the dull voice of the bedrock leads agony-filled girl astray.
In towards cliffs' deep sarcophaguses,
a voice so angry, harsh and cold, over the pillar arcade of pines.
she wanders listening and lurking and perceives the call of the mountain.
In adorned chambers,
the echoes of laughter hammers.
When the memory has been slain in the darkness' fostering-hall,
In mazes the maiden gropes.
In the golden-red templehall clad in skins, furs and gold.
The troll father watches over his moon-lulled realm.
The heritage of the primordial darkness, the fairy castle of the brew of forgetfulness.
In the dwelling of the the people of the bitter winter reigns only gloomy mood.
Embodiment from greystone statue in the shrouding of the night.
Mighty image of giant shadow rises.
Pale as a wraith and dark-minded. Mountain king in the summit of the mountain.
The oldest omnipotence of nature slays mercilessly.
In adorned chambers,
the echoes of laughter hammers.
When the memory has been slain in the darkness' fostering-hall,
In mazes the maiden gropes.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
