Raabjorn Speiler Draugheims Skodde

Long there away in darkness
Through treetops there moonlight shines
Long there away in all mist
Inside my soul the black anxiety tears

On the moss-grown stones they show themselves
When night-darkness has fallen
Echoes from their horror-full moanings
Endless you can hear

In the horizon far away
Is glimpsed the talking mist
Hordes of fire ride in a flock
By daybreak they gather by a hidden-away headland

The ice-cold snow
Has come
This time
In everlasting snowfall