Rasekrig - Taake

Det vandret en fremmed i aasene

I et lane han ikke hoerte hjemme i

Aldri oensket velkommen

Med ett laa han livloes i snoeen

Dennes skrott ble liggende

Som varsel for andre

Mot aa forville seg inn

I ulvenes hi hoeyt i nord

Den flere blaamenn kom

Saa hatet ble styrket

Veik hud flaaes lett

Selv med rusten dolk

A stranger wandered in the ravines

In a lane he did not belong in

Never welcomed

Suddenly he lay alive in the snow

His carcass was left lying

As a warning to others

Towards getting lost

In the wolves' den high in the north

The more blaamenn came

Then the hatred was strengthened

Weak skin flakes easily

Even with rusty dagger