Guds Spelemän [English translation]

Where are those men who wandered upon the roads

With gentle eyes so saddened by crime and shame

Small brothers in the dark forests with wolves and snow

Where are those men who march onward towards death

They grimaced only for snowdrifts, and cold and arrows

Small brothers in dark forests, wandering mile upon mile

From people's homes and farms where wickedness lies

Who hears their silver bells in the cloudy night?

Where have the brothers and the musicians gone

In the valley they have told me they're still alive