Vittring [English translation]

Through Snow and wind, through forrest and rime.

Through bogs, through swamps, through thicket.

When you finaly stood still, I was close to you.

I have tracked you for days and years.

How you eluded me, how I cursed you.

I've often seen you without seeing.

Curse the time I've spent, curse this grim hunt

How much I've sacrificed for this last trophy.

But the wind is turning

So come to me now, come

Instinct, desire and blood lust

Distinctive upon a gust

A sensing and a tickle

When the wind carries your scent

To me, Scent

Awake as obsessed, plentyful freezing nights

Have I been tricked by fire foxes glow

But you live and learn, and now you stand here

In my crosshairs and with trembling legs

But the wind is turning

So come to me now, come

Instinct, desire and blood lust

Distinctive upon a gust

A sensing and a tickle

When the wind carries your scent

One shot, one hit, a trail of blood

One life, one dream, one year of death

An end to all the resentment

Yes the wind carries your scent

To me

But the wind is turning

So come to me now, come

Instinct, desire and blood lust

Distinctive upon a gust

A sensing and a tickle

When the wind carries your scent

One shot, one hit, a trail of blood

One life, one dream, one year of death

An end to all the resentment

Yes the wind carries your scent

To me

Scent, scent

The wind carries your scent to me