Sjåaren [English translation]

The earth, you said, must follow its path,

if, in each human stride, the cover of grass grows

Life, you said, shall never end,

a seed shall remain, and a flower bloom

Death, you said, is our reaper,

yet, whereto he tends his way, no one shall know

People, you said, can never be free,

when they enslave themselves to the rush of time

Of eternity, you said, ask me not,

here, each and every one must decide on a way

Peace, you said, do you long for it?

youll find it in the woods of No-Mans-Land