Hordalands Doedskvad Part IV [English translation]

A boat with steady course towards your heart

Bouncing with the prey in its mouth

From the filthy cellars of my soul

Where life was planned but nothing lives

The dead one's last wishes

Masses of fog

Urn

An old man too young to live

The angel of suicide comes home to you

Delivers weapons that make the skull open

For the rest of the wreckage washed ashore at my place

Glory be the Sting of the Liaresse

Grey days

Black nights

A smashed face with a dead gaze

But I am a forest filled with goblins

Out to kill tonight

A new crack in the body

Broken promise

Have you ever touched a ghost?