Stien - Dimmu Borgir

Svunne tider pajotuns vei

Der over hoye klipper og fjell

Har merket den med stov og aske

Fra dengang alders hirder

Vandret pa disse kanter

Her gandviks bergtroll trampet frem

I ondt og strrt et tussefolge

Hvor ferdafolk fant stor en visdom

Om landets skogsliv og morke sider

Her pa stien som bukter seg uendelig frem

Mellom berg hvor de vanskelig fremdeles

Kan oynes i horisonten

Sa storslatt det ma ha v?

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Og speide ut over alt dette

Og a vandre sa alene og fri

En hostkveld i en kald og lett take

Slik som mange for meg har opplevd

Og som mange for meg ha verdsatt

Men minner blir glemt av tidens gang

Og lite er her som det engang var

Her som ellers har blader visnet

Men falt ned pa en forfallen jord

Hvor drommer og liv har dodd ut

Men kanskje bak en stien

Eller bak en gammel busk

Sitter fortsatt… hmm

Og venter?

Gone are the days of pajotun

There over high cliffs and mountains

Have marked it with dust and ash

From the shepherds of that age

Horizontal on these edges

Here Gandvik's mountain troll stepped forward

In evil and strutt a tussefolge

Where travelers found great wisdom

About the country's forest life and dark sides

Here on the path that meanders endlessly

Between mountains where they are still difficult

Can be seen on the horizon

So magnificent it ma ha v?

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And scouted out all this

And to walk so alone and free

A cough night in a cold and light take

As many for me have experienced

And as many for me have appreciated

But memories are forgotten by the passage of time

And little is here as it once was

Here, as elsewhere, leaves have withered

But fell on a dilapidated earth

Where dreams and life have died out

But maybe behind a stone

Or behind an old bush

Still sitting… hmm

And waiting?