En as I Dype Skogen - Darkthrone

En Grind stod apen, en rytter viste seg

En Kald Take hadde lagt seg over marken

Ni Svarte hester, og ni armerte menn

Et øye stirret Olmt ned fra et flagg

Stillhet senket seg, da folget stoppet opp

De stoppet i en sirkel rundt en sten

Stille red de mot den, og forsvant da de kom fram

For Steiner var en tanke fylt av Kraft

Stjerner pa en himmel, som aldri faller ned

Lysglimt i en natt som varer evig

Tusen Kalde Vintre, med kun Kulde og Forakt

Det finnes ingen sommer uten Vinter

I en Gammel Skog, hvorhen troll og tusser vandret

Var en stein som rorte seg og ble til liv

Ni armerte men, pa ni gra stolte hester

Bar en fane hvorpa Oyet viste seg

Ihver en natt er et nytt morke

Ihver en Vinter fryser jeg

Men dog Aldri skal jeg grate

For Stolt red jeg jo dengang

Ut av den dype skogen

A Grind stood the monkey, a rider appeared

A Cold Take had settled over the ground

Nine Black Horses, and Nine Armed Men

An eye stared down at Olmt from a flag

Silence sank as the party stopped

They stopped in a circle around a rock

Quietly they rode towards it, and disappeared when they arrived

For Steiner, a thought was filled with Power

Stars in a sky that never falls down

Flash of light in a night that lasts forever

A thousand cold winters, with only cold and contempt

There is no summer without Winter

In an Old Forest, where trolls and elves lie horizontally

Was a rock that moved and came to life

Nine armed men, on nine gray proud horses

Carried a banner on which Oyet appeared

Every night is a new darkness

Every winter I freeze

But still I will never cry

For Proud I rode then

Out of the deep forest