With dying sun and moon,
a journey to the sea of shadows begins.
The bear will watch the funeral pyre.
The body is placed in a stone grave.
Behind a veil Earth's weeping is heard;
the light of summer is disappearing,
the oak spirit is placed in a boat,
winter and autumn win again.
I will return.
I will come back.
When the spirits of winter are weak.
I will come home.
Below the ground, the hidden world,
behind the clouds towards the west,
ends the long boat journey,
where winter and autumn are feasting.
It is cold and dark in the deep,
only the shadows grow there,
the dark creature is found there,
the darkest horrors.
I will return.
I will come back.
When the spirits of winter are weak.
I will come home.
The dead rest in white clothes,
behind heavy cold stone doors,
but if you listen to the army of the dead,
you can some times hear them sing.
The dead rest in white clothes,
behind heavy cold stone doors,
but if you listen to the army of the dead,
you can some times hear them sing.
I will return.
I will come back.
When the spirits of winter are weak.
I will come home.