Forsen [English translation]

The stream!

Fingers pale clawing lichen, tearing

They rip through, demolish, bare stone and rock

Black fingernails reduce to rubble, grind away

When he dives into the beast, stone's black stream

He digs down to the mountain's core

He slides into cracks, slips

Drinks ice cold water through the slits

Licks lime and iron from stone

At a shore so cold and dark

Rested for a millennium

Deep in holes without light

Only a sound, the black stream's roar

He wades in the light of underground fire

The deep river, without a source

As the time has left its false way

Sees a wander in wisdom endlessly long

At a shore so cold and dark

Rested for a millennium

Deep in holes without light

Only a sound, the black stream's roar

Streams roar!

In front sees a shadow wandering along the water

A back so haggard and bent from knowledge

Then he now grabs the depths for second time

With himself he before the river sat...