Kaimadalthas' Nedstigning [English translation]

Body of the oak spirit; sorcerer’s wand.

Sorcerer with key and mask,

naked and white, into the tomb,

only dressed in the ashes of our world.

Along the walls; long, pointy spears.

On the benches, armor of steel.

He sneaks without a sound,

sees campfire ashes on the ground.

I travel to the depths of darkness where everything is

dead.

Into the mound's dark realm,

the silent dead sit there.

Must not give in to fear,

but travel to the desolate world.

The roof is covered with shields,

helmets, belts, knives and swords;

above the brown soil of the stone hall

a creature, the ghost of a woman!

I travel to the depths of darkness where everything is

dead.

The shape of the sorcerer in the tree outside,

hangs, bending its head.

The cow bleeds, hearing it cry,

the sorcerer unties his knots.

The sorcerer collects the gifts

given to him by the pale dead,

from old, dark stone tombs

he finds the most beautiful.

I go to Kelio.

I travel to the depths of darkness where everything is

dead.

Belt and armor, cakes and clothes,

helmets and divine weapons,

runes and verses, dried berries,

the door to the tomb is open!

From elves, weapons forged,

to fair reborn dead,

those who fought the wolves

in a world now desolate.

I go to Kelio.

I travel to the depths of darkness where everything is

dead.