Nymåne [English translation]

Death,

Tell me what you will

Tell me, what am I for?

Call it a life, [I] can't understand

why the road is so grey.

Thoughts, that no others have

I will never be as I was.

A monotone

feeling that reigns.

[That] would want

everything that was ours.

Will a new moon rise,

against the clouds and hide away?

In the sky's evening

will it disappear

yet another night?

Death,

knows no shame,

Silent, silent, he moves forward.

Where did you go?

Everything has slipped away.

I cannot think well.

Hope, can it weep wounds?

Fimbulwinter becomes spring.

Call it a life, [I] can't understand

why the road is so grey.

Will a new moon rise,

against the clouds and hide away?

In the sky's evening

will it disappear

yet another night?