Richting de Wievenbelter [English translation]

In the saddle of my old horse

I'm following the path to the terp in the woods

Captured by fear close to the swamp

I attempt to flee from the doom that awaits me

Feeling the gazes of the creatures of the night

Seduced by the mist in her figure

Shadowy, the ghostly hour awaits

A woman's voice bids me to follow immediately

Risen from the terp in the woods

Restless souls overcome by anger

With their bloodshot eyes, the screams echo through the night

The witte wieven* (white women) go for a hunt, dancing

Their rest disturbed

I'm lost, my foolishness has gotten the best of me

I curse this night

I wonder

Will this ghost bring me death tonight... tonight