I Trädens Sång [English translation]

A net is now spun

So vast, spreaded, black

Coloured with the gleam of blood

Dipped in unholy juice

A song of birth, of beginning

Of desecrated brothers laughter

A song of sacrifice and the end of life

Of fire, pleaded in the land so weak

Yet there is a song I don’t sing

Its wordplay I don’t speak

Its words don’t pass my mouth

Now hear the rhymes in the trees’ leaves

There we stand in silence,

May their mouths whisper...