Raabjorn speiler draugheimens skodde - Dimmu Borgir

Langt… der borte i morket

Gjennom tretopper der manelys driver

Langt… der borte i all take

Inn gjennom min sjel den sorte angst river

Pa de mosegrodde steiner de seg viser

Nar nattemorket har senket seg over

Ekkoene… fra deres grufulle jamring

Endelost: du kan hore

I horisonten langt vekk

Skimtes den sigende skodde

Horder av ild rider manelyset i flokk

Ved daggry de samles ved en bortgjemt odde

Den iskalde snoen

Har kommet

Denne gang

I evig fokk

Far away in the dark

Through treetops where manelys drift

Far… over there in all take

Into my soul the black anxiety river

On the moss-grown stones they appear

When the night darkness has subsided

The echoes… from their gruesome wailing

Endless: you can hear

On the horizon far away

A glimpse of the telling shutter

Hordes of fire ride the mane candle in flocks

At dawn they gather at a secluded headland

The icy snow

Have come

This time

In eternal jib