Here is so desolate;
Times, they are dark
Words ceas' - to end as echoes rolling afar

Empathy arises
whilst thou drapest this world in black;
The only colour that can paint my soul

Clad in the shades of night
Thou reflects the pure of heart

Amidst all the grief this winter unfoldeth
The thorn in my side - thou retainst

Thy breeze maketh me shiver
Maimeth me with its frozen malice
Thou minglest with the dense night
I hearken to the voice of thy winds
They are the saddest of all sounds of thine
Never will I take leave from thy haunt

Hast thou ever desired me?
I receive no answer, thou letst it pass in silence...

Frozen streams and vapours gray,
cold and waste the landscape lay...
Then a hale of wind.

Hither-Whirling, Thither-Swilrling,
Spinn the fog and spinn the mist...
Still we walked on through woods and wintry gray,
home through woods where winter lay - Cold and dark...

(Waiting for a change in the weather.
Waiting for a shift in the air.
Could we get there together, ever?
Waiting for our late, late return)

Through the woods. Home through the woods where winter lay...

The vocals on this track are recorded backwards.


The wind bloweth
Where (...) and I hearest the sound there/their ...(?)
But can not tell
Whence it cometh and whither it goest
Once there was wisdom
Bestowed upon us
The winds of centuries
Have long since passed
???.. have imprisoned us
...??...
The wind bloweth...

Deira dagar har m?rkna
Moder jord meld sitt fraafall
Men sverdet har gaat vidare
Til ein ny b?rar

Me er einsomme menn
Me b?r fenresulvens muspell
Skoll skal sluka sola

Me er djerve menn

Sola svartner
Der fjellvegg ramlar
Naa gjestar sorgen
Paa livets tre (Yggdrasil)

For byleits bror farar
Kva er det ikkje Kampfar klaren?

These constellations
gleaming at us from afar
They give rise to frigid memories
in my mind
My stellar memetoes are the brightest
signs that twinkle away

Infinity, the faustian spirit,
disheartened, by all
I will never get up there alone
but still I will always percieve
their company
I honor the farthest fall
His fall, I, I...

In my thirst for knowledge
a new kind of thought arose.
Enriched me.
Their weight will always burden me.
As I then fell into reverie.
My (struggling) heart felt it's end,
I lifted the bodkin.
I fall
the final recourse
and the fall, it made me tired, meltdown
I fly

All remembered
They are the reminders of all
All to us unknown, unknown.

Et blekt avdagsleite
Famler hen, til nattvart himmel
Vandring hjem, til nattsvart himmel
Vandring hjem I eismal
Under skumringens tidligste stjerne
Tusm?rket dypner I det fjerne

Du nordavind, jeg speider fjern og n?r
Kommer du igjen fra de ?e land hvor ingen mann er?

Tilsammen - vi to. over beksvart hav

Enn om du aldri hit vil komme
Jeg tilbyi deg mitt kj?lnende blod
Evig vil min sjel skue mot nord
Stundom mitt sinn skal reise
Til tid tar slutt paa jord

Hver en j?vel vill
Som sank I vann f?r tid var til...
Jeg drev forlatt og vandret vill
Ennu har du ikke h?rt mitt hill
I tomme natten skimjet jeg
Et glimt av land, en evig ild



6. You Notherwind (Du Nordavind: Translation)

A pale hour of the day
Grope away, to the night-black sky
Wandering home, to the night-black sky
Wandering home alone
Under evening's earliest star
Twilight sinks in the distance

You northern wind, I'm looking far and near
Will you come again from the wasteland where there is no one?

Together - we two over black pitch sea

Even if you'll never come here
I can give you my chilling blood
Forever will my soul look at the north
Often my soul shall journey
Until time ends on earth

As wild as a devil
That sank in the water before time was
I walked alone and wandered in the wilderness
Still you didn't hear my call
In the empty night I can see
A glare in the land, an eternal fire

Now there is
my fairytale(s)
of dying flowers

of the earth
and those it covers
of dying maids
and viking men
of birds.. that never
of ever are the same again

Naar vinteren tar bitter fart
Og steiner sprekker I frostklar natt
Ved svarte tjern under naken li
Da er villmarken vond aa ferdes I

Vi befarer store sletter
Der sneen ligger tykk
Det blaaser kaldt - Vi skal d?
Vi har s?rgelig nok forfalt

Fra still tjern
Till hortbetonte vidder
Farvel