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 skodde Horder av ild rider manelyset i flokk Ved daggry de samles ved en bortgjemt odde
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