Dodsrikets Fremtred - Furze

Lenge om lenge har gleden lyst

Den sanne sorg har aldri svartnet til

For om lag syv lange (århundre)siden kunne man tyde

At nø var på gang

Men;

Vær Hilset!

Tre inn evige skygge;

Tett så tett siger praktfull pynt på ny

-forpestelig og omgivende

Lik ånders grusomste substans

En siste tåre fryser

Vi Vant

At long last, the joy is desire

The true sorrow has never blackened

About seven long (century) ago one could decipher

That now was in progress

But;

Greetings!

Enter eternal shadow;

Close so close says magnificent decoration again

- plague and surrounding

Like the cruelest substance of spirits

One last tear freezes

We won