Alt Lys Svunnet Hen

Shimmering moonlight above drifts
Frost-covered paths show the way
Black souls travel through the night
Into the misty home

Everything has darkened
All light has faded away
Proudly we now enter the Kingdom
In memory that our tracks are followed

Surrounded by the mist of sorrow
The journey progresses
Like a horde of shrouded phantoms
We wander into the wolverine's den

The breeze leads us over Norwegian marshes
Past every foggy village
With hatred in our angry minds
We travel never to return