On the top of the mountain, in the shape of an owl, stands Omma1
A brooder in a mythical form of wisdom in its world
At the foot of the mountain, in a grey figure, stands Omma
A guardian in the shadows, shepherdess of extinguished life
Look at her dancing with the elves in the woods or on the meadows
Neither woman nor owl, she is queen of the mists
Look at her dancing with the elves in the woods or on the meadows
Neither woman nor owl, she is queen of the mists
In the shelter of the thicket, dressed in dew, stands Omma
Goddess from a long gone time, a being clothed in haze
On the dim path, in a beautiful body, stands Omma
With the deceit of a secret pleasure, the wanderer will be ensnared
Look at her dancing with the elves in the woods or on the meadows
Neither woman nor owl, she is queen of the mists
Look at her dancing with the elves in the woods or on the meadows
Neither woman nor owl, she is queen of the mists
Look at her dancing with the elves in the woods or on the meadows
Neither woman nor owl, she is queen of the mists
Look at her dancing with the elves in the woods or on the meadows
Neither woman nor owl, she is queen of the mists
1. Queen Omma is a figure of pre-Christian sagas. A guardian of the forests whose shape is unknown, as she always showed herself in the shape or wearing a mask of an owl. According to one of the legends, she was kept prisoner and was set free by a giant who later drowned in lake Vättern (in Southern Sweden). Ever since, Omma has been returning to the lake to mourn the giant and sometimes her tears turn into mist. For this reason, she is also adressed as "Queen of the mists".