Dauðalogn

World silent
No high laughter moves
Sounds of grave silence
No one awake
No fast pace
Complete dead calm

Still on the noble count
People guard hope
Through me see calm
All taken away

With the eight is clear
Travelers and me
Fills the mountain hall
These rock paintings
Rock paintings in minds
Out dead calm

Still on the noble count
People guard hope
Through see calm me
Now sinking vast to hope
Morning moist
All its calm place
And silence breaks in
And silence breaks in dead calm