Háflòð [English translation]

White wading days

The marsh of the heart

And you wake up

From the surface of your mind

I look down deeper

reflecting on myself

In fear's dusk

The soul whispers:

I love you

While it's echo has moved on

Rippling in the water

And laying down

Do you gilde with transparent wings

It's cold there

It's high tide

Out of your sight it flows

It's high tide

And your head starts to hurt

It's high tide

You can see a shining reflection in the moon's teeth

Yeah, you, you, you

One can wake me up

Yeah, you, you, you

One can wake me up

Yeah, you, you, you

One can wake me up

And centuries of ancient grief crash onto me