Under Bergets Rot [English translation]

In the morning, I beheld on the mountain's ridge

A furrow as red as blood1

Deep I saw it descend

To the darkness of the mountain's root

At sunset, I beheld on the mountain's ridge

Now like flames they dance

In the summer night, children of the mountain tribe

In the darkness of the mountain's root

Bravely I clung onto the furrow’s gape

Soon I fell into the embrace of darkness

The song of ancient fathers was heard in the depths

From memory, I found

A song I never sung before

From my lips, from my chest it echoed

The song I never sung before

In the morning, I beheld on the cavern's vault

A glimpse of winter's white light

Then I stepped with haste

Out of the darkness of the mountain’s roots

At sunset, I beheld on the cold ground

A cover of snow and ice

There I sang for a moment

With the people of the mountain's root

1. Hjärteblod is literally "heart blood