Once upon a time I traveled like a brave young swain
I wandered in the forests, I visited the countryside
I ate my bread there, happened to choke on it
In the deepest forest, taken away to fires of the mill
We took snaps near the brook's current
Of drunkenness we sang, bragged and boasted and carved meat
Night arrived in the full moon's shining
No wind, nothing moving the fields
Huldran's stride
Song of fire
There I sat slone by the fire
Shivering in the late summer night
I suddenly saw a shadow closing on me
Among pine branches, around birches' sprouts
Huldran's stride
A glimpse towards the moon
Song of fire
Silver onto a snow-white village
Her brows so dark
With spindly, creeping hair
A third eye like a snake eye
Her visage gilded
Horn-crowned she sneaked
Like a shadow made of stardust
She caressed me
Whispering, now tearing
Then I woke from my slumber
With a branded skin
Our wild game just a memory
Out of a dreamer's ballad
Never again I saw the forest's daughter
Ah, no one believed my story
But among the eternal shapes of the ancient forest
An old man is allowed his final rest
Night arrived in the full moon's shining
No wind, nothing moving the fields
I fell to slumber, the moss took me
I wandered on her lands ever since I died