Inn I De Dype Skogers Favn

Det gaar en vei over fjellet
inn i de dype skogers savn
Garder her led grusom skjebne
Ved likbaal srget mang en ravn
Pesten trod den Norske mark
fra havn over land til annen havn
Med tunge subbende skritt den seg
inn i de dype skogers favn
Dauden i sort gjorde sjelen frossen,
gjorde huden veik under en norrn himmel
Det gaar en vei over fjellet
inn i de dype skogers favn
Langsom vandring frer meg
inn i det dunkle skogsriket
For aa finde en gard, eldet og forlatt
fra en ensom, sort og endels natt...

ENGLISH TRANSLATION

There is a road across the mountains
into the deep forest lost.
Garder here suffered the cruel fate
The pyre made many a raven.
Plague trod the Norwegian mark
from the port over land to another port.
With heavy shuffling it steps up
into the deep forests ranging.
Daudet made in black soul frozen,
made skin weak during the Northern sky.
There is a road across the mountains
into the deep forests ranging.
Slow migration leads me
into the dark forest realm.
To find one farm, aged and abandoned
from a lonely, black and endless night.