Eldens starka ljus brnner i mina gon,
likt trnets sting en gng brnt.
Svett tcker en trtt och sargad kropp,
tomhet fyller
ett skndat sinne en sjl itu.
Likt tusen r i ddens kalla smn,
vnder jag ter ur sjlslig dd.
Ett valv av lv ovan trdens
stam,
denna plats fr mig s bekant.
Likt den pelarsal i norr,
som jag lmnade en gng.
Likt tusen r i ddens kalla
smn,
vnder jag ter ur sjlslig dd.
Ur sjlslig dd!
Svaga bilder av drmmar,
vindlande djup, dunkla ord.
Vansinnets
smn,
som frgiftad terigen
"Minns min rst, du son av Norden
en gng stungen av trnets tand.
Dmt var blodet, dmd var
sjlen;
du kom till mig i vargtrnets namn."
En mrk skepnad bortom eldens sken,
stilla vakande i sin vargahamn.
Efter sin
lnga hemfrd,
den gamle var ter hr igen
Likt tusen r i ddens kalla smn,
vnder jag ter ur sjlslig dd.
[Translate to
English:]
The bright light of the fire burns my eyes
Like the sting of the thorn once burned
Sweat covers a lacerated and
tired body
Emptiness fills a desecrated mind, a soul torn in two...
Like a thousand years, in the cold sleep of death
I
return from... Soul Death
A vault of leaves above the tree trunks
This place, so well-known to me
Like the pillared hall of
the North
That I once left
Like a thousand years, in the cold sleep of death
I return from... Soul Death
Vague images
of dreams
Winding depths, obscure words
The sleep of insanity
As if poisoned once again...
Do you remember my voice, you
son of the North...
Once stung by the thorn's tooth
Doomed was the blood, doomed was the soul...
You came to me in the name of
the wolf thorn
A dark phantom beyond the light of the fire
Quietly watching in its wolf guise
After his long journey
home
The Old One was here once more
Like a thousand years, in the cold sleep of death
I return from... Soul Death
