Bltt, grtt, grnt fr gat
Vrldsspegeln, dit lngstans vingar br
En frjd att skda, att sinnet ppna
Flyende sot p svarta
vingar far
Om natten, stormen och vinden
Molnfria vyers inre horisont ler
En ppning I stormen den ser
En ppning I stormen
den ser
En lockelse inte bara p ytan
Inte endast en frd, ven ett ml
Vad vntar mig under systrar nio?
Van dljer Rans dttrar
f&ruml;r mig?
Hr skall jag finna min ro
Hr skall jag finna min sinnesfrid
Hr skall jag fr evigt vila
Och I girs djupa
salar min ngest begrave
Ett sista offer fr Njors
Ett sista blot fr vlgng pa frden
En hemlichet som skall bli min
Ingen
nger, vad bljorna give
[English translation:]
The Mirror Of The World
Blue, grey, green for the eye
The mirror of
the world, where the wings of pining carry
A joy to behold, to open the mind
Fleeing soot travels on black wings
At night,
the storm and the wind
The inner horizon of cloudless views smiles
An opening in the storm it sees
An opening in the storm it
sees
A temptation not just on the surface
Not only a journey, but also a goal
What awaits me below the nine sisters?
What
are the Daughters of Ran hiding from me?
Here I shall find my peace
Here I shall find my peace of mind
Here I shall forever
rest
And bury my agony in the deep halls of Aegir
A last offering for Njord
A last sacrifice for good fortune on the
road
A secret that shall be mine
No regret, what the waves give
