Atternatt [English translation]

Fog pours in

To a coast of ice

By winter's sea

As grey and hard

and raw and black

as an internal grave

On a path of woe

in hills of the past

by ice-cold water

You will

see cold walking

in the shape of a man.

In Bjørgvin's grey

obscure and

occult alleys

Night,

Demon-possessed,

Will see you dead

Here a gate is guarded

in green and black

by an old snake

And the heart is wringed out

in praise of the King

in a carnivorous storm

The selling of souls

makes for dark choices

and dims the sun

Watch and kneel

as a Norwegian's soul

turns into a viper's nest

Because the devil flies

in the animals of the night,

sowing grains of pain

Our night-time

Sees the wide gate

on Lyderhorn

For Norway's honour we must kill

The seeds of legacy

we will spread

We swing the Nordic whip

of eternal snow

Let the sun die

Se the dark clouds gather

for winter's hunt

in devil's pact

When we knot the fist of Norway

in the Lord's garments

against eternal splendour

Heads bowed in shame

Humans become lame

Heads high in honour

we will carry the banner.