Paroles
Day possesses no key here
Where moon sheds the cold twilight.
This moment is eternity.
Land of beauty
Cold and cruel.
Fjeld chants echoing
Reflecting the melancholy
Trust the wind
Trust the fires
Call for the hermit
The hermit of the night
Land of raven
Land of bear
Land of eagle
And wolverine
"Dismal are the mirrors of a wolf"
