En Grind stod a¥pen, en rytter viste seg.

En Kald Take hadde lagt seg over marken.

Ni Svarte hester, og ni armerte menn.

Et a¸ye stirret Olmt ned fra et flagg.



Stillhet senket seg, da fa¸lget stoppet opp,

de stoppet i en sirkel rundt en sten.

Stille red de mot den, og forsvant da de kom fram,

for Steiner var en tanke fylt av Kraft.



Stjerner pa¥ en himmel, som aldri faller ned.

Lysglimt i en natt som varer evig.

Tusen Kalde Vintre, med kun Kulde og Forakt.

Det finnes ingen sommer uten Vinter.



I en Gammel Skog, hvorhen troll og tusser vandret,

var en stein som ra¸rte seg og ble til liv.

Ni armerte men, pa¥ ni gra¥ stolte hester,

bar en fane hvorpa¥ a˜yet viste seg.



Ihver en natt er et nytt ma¸rke.

Ihver en Vinter fryser jeg,

men dog Aldri skal jeg gra¥te,

for Stolt red jeg jo dengang,

ut av den dype skogen.











ENGLISH TRANSLATION

NOTE! These might be not 100% accurate.





A Hill in the Deep Forest

(Written for DARKTHRONE by Count Grishnackh 31/12 - 93 a Y.P.S.)



A hatch stood open, a rider appeared.

A cold mist had lain upon the field.

Nine black horses and nine armed men.

An eye stared furiously down from a flag.



Silence fell, as the company stopped,

they stopped in a circle around the stone.

Silently they rode towards it, and dissapear when they arrived

for stones were a thought filled with power.



Stars on a sky, that never fall down.

Lightning in a night that lasts forever.

A thousand cold winters, with only chill and hatred.

There is no summer without winter.



In an old forest, where trolls and gnomes wandered,

there was a stone that moved and came to life.

Nine armed men, on nine proud horses,

Bore a flag upon which the eye appeared.



Each night is a new darkness.

Each winter I freeze,

and yet never shall I cry,

for proud I did ride times after

out of the deep forest