alt lys svunnet hen

glinsende manelys ovenfor driver, frostlagte stier viser vei, svarte sjeler farer henover natten, inn gjennom skodde heim, alt har svartnet, alt lys er svunnet hen, lodig trer vi na inn i riket, i minne om at vare spor blir fulgt, omgitt av sorgens dis, skrider ferden frem, som en skare av likkledde skromt, vandrer vi jervens hjem, brisen forer oss over norske myrer, forbi hver en takegrend, med hatet i vare harme sinn, reiser vi for aldri a komme igjen, glimmering moonlight drifting up above us, paths covered with frost leads the way, black souls now travel through the night, in through the valley of fog, all has blackened, all light has faded away, pure we now enter the kingdom, remembering that our tracks will be followed, surrounded by sorrow's haze, the journey moves on, as a band of corpse-dressed ghouls, we wander the wolverine's home, the breeze takes us over norwegian marshes, past every misty hamlet, with the hate in our angry minds, we now leave for never to return