Svartamaal - Quadrivium

Der skimtar eg landet

Der ute ular vinden

Dit kjem ingen for aa kvila

Der ber den doemde si siste boenn

Snart kjem han ned fraa fjellet

Blod frys I skrekk paa frostklar natt

Alltid ute av syne, men soev gjer han aldri

Mot han som ikkje kastar skugge dug ikkje staal

Ristas blodoern skal han

Som fer med loegn

Steinast skal han

Som flyktar mot fjell

Flaaast skal han

Som freistar mot lys

Fortaerast av eld

Skal han som fer med svik

Han kjem kledd I svart

There I glimpse the land

Out there, the wind howls

No one comes there for rest

There, the condemned asks to say the last word

Soon he will come down from the mountain

Blood freezes in terror on a frosty night

Always out of sight, but he never sleeps

Against him who casts no shadow, steel is not enough

Rista's blood doer he shall

Which goes with lies

Hardest he will go

Who flees towards mountains

At least he will

Tempting towards light

Destroyed by fire

Shall he who goes with treachery

He comes dressed in black