Widars Hallen [English translation]

Far beyond the mountains

There lies Vidar’s realm,

The boundless woods

The sacred grove!

Far beyond the mountains,

There I know to see

The guards of the forest

Standing in front of Vidar’s halls.

Old and mighty their arms

Spread under the sky,

They’re striving towards the sun,

Taking care of  the silent groves!

Thus they’re watching over

Their brothers in thousand years,

Here they will decay

In their forebears’ bosom.

Now they fight a battle

Against a field, so bare;

They fall prey to the flames,

Crumble to ashes, so pale...

Far beyond the mountains

There lies Vidar’s realm,

The boundless woods,

The sacred grove!

Far beyond the mountains,

There I know to see

The guards of the forest

Standing in flames!

Flames, oh flames,

They’re consuming the grove,

Storming deeper and deeper into it,

Felling the pillars

Of the sacred hall.

Vidar, oh Vidar,

Your realm is going down!

One last giant; he remained of Vidar’s realm.

Too old and weary he sinks to the ground.

What remained of Vidars halls,

Now decayed as time went on!

So they all have fallen,

crumbled to ashes, so grey and soft.

Now silently he rambles through the dead halls,

Which were so full of life. 

A teardrop from his cheek

Runs down to the grave

And so the sun sets,

Leaving the battlefield.

The teardrop runs deeper and deeper

In iron-grey night.

Far beyond the mountains

There lies Vidar’s realm,

One lone sprout,

Vulnerable and small!

Far beyond the mountains,

There I know to see

The guards of the forest

Standing in the moonlight!

Far beyond the mountains

There lies Vidar’s realm,

The boundless woods,

The sacred grove!

Far beyond the mountains,

There I shall see

For ever the guards

Standing in front of green halls!