Genom snr vid Skallabergets fot,
porten till dvljande djup.
Sten bruten av Elivgor,
vgar funna i Ymers ben.
En
kall bris, en doft av dd,
drar sakta bi frn nedan.
Rysningar av minnen
i underjorden!
terigen stiger jag ned.
Nedt,
nedt, mot vindlande djup,
ruvande skuggor, vansinnets famn.
Nedt, nedt, i tidlst rum,
bergets andar, frdrvets
makt.
Irrljus skymtar i sinnets vr.
Svaga rop ur tunnlars djup.
Fljer runors svaga gld
i underjorden!
Ristade i vggar
kalla och gr.
Stiger in i ett bergavalv,
porlande vatten ekar.
Skimrande vggar av bleknad frg,
bilder ristade av mngen
hand.
Slcker min trst,
skljer min kropp.
Vila i kammarens famn,
aktsam, vaksam,
trnets tand.
Lyssnar till
bergets sng,
vattnets rogivande tcken.
Lgmlda toner frn djupet,
visdomen frn Ymers sng.
Vggarnas bleka bilder,
flyter
tydligt samman.
Skimmer blir till ett skarpt ljus,
likt Sunnas strlar av guld.
De talar om djupen
och de som dr
bida.
Talar om vgar nio
och runor fr kraft
i underjorden!
Glimrande gon i djupet
[Translate to
English:]
Through the brush by the foot of the Skull Mountain
The portal to dwelling depths
Stone cracked by Elivagar
Ways
found in the bones of Ymer
A cold breeze, an aroma of death
Slowly rises from below
Chills from memories
In the
Underworld...
Once more I descend
Down, down, towards winding depths
Brooding shadows, the embrace of insanity
Down, down,
in timeless space
The spirits of the mountain, the power of perdition
Will o' the Wisps flash in the crannies of the
mind
Feeble cries from the depths of tunnels
Follow the weak glow of runes
In the Underworld...
Carved in walls cold and
grey
Enter a mountain vault
Murmuring waters resound
Shimmering walls of faded colour
Images carved by many a
hand
Quench my thirst
Wash my body
Rest in the arms of the chamber
Careful, watchful, the tooth of the thorn
Listen
to the song of the mountain
The restful haze of the water
Mellow notes from the deep
The wisdom from the song of Ymer
The
pale images of the walls
Clearly blend together
Shimmer turns into bright light
Like the golden rays of Sunna
The speak of
the depths
And those who bide there
Speak of the nine ways
And runes for power
In the Underworld...
Glittering eyes in
the deep...
