The seventh peak is climbed
The seventh gate is open in its glory
Guarded and watched by the vigilant eye of the wood grouse
For the road is laid with gold
The witches cat is not made by the sun
chasing the weather
The moonlight of a desolate winter
Cooling its sheet so dead
The day is dead
The night is once more ours
Dishonor awaits
Behind every cold tree
Beneath the hatefull mountains
Crowned peaks
The seventh peak is climbed
The seventh gate is open in its glory
Guarded and watched by the vigilant eye of the wood grouse
For the road is laid with gold
The witches cat is not made by the sun
chasing the weather
The moonlight of a desolate winter
Cooling its sheet so dead
God-fearing they were now
The corpse of shame
Over Bjørgvin 1 cries the heavens
The day is dead
The night is once more ours
Dishonor awaits
Behind every cold tree
Beneath the hatefull mountains
Crowned peaks
Faith and friends
To the grave is carried
Hard times are soon to come
On those that stare themselves blind
To see God
1. Bjørgvin, now Bergen, is a town that is know for having a lot of rain