Trolldom - Taake

Det var ingen der tilstede

For aa berge den arme mann

Hans strupe slitt i stykker

Av skrubbers skarpe tann

Men i samme skog

Der et liv

Som mann ble tatt

Herjer han selv

Med de raggete

Jegerne i natt

Det baerer

Over hei og mark

Over stokk og stein

Over daue myrer

Under morken grein

Ned i lumske daler

Gjennom kjerr og busker

Over det ganske vinterland

Der graabeins trolldom lusker

I et dystert palass av is

Gjennom kalde moerke haller

Sitter det olme tyrann

Paa en trone av blaamenns skaller

No one was present

To save the poor man

His throat worn to pieces

Of scrubber's sharp tooth

But in the same forest

There's a life

As a man was taken

He ravages himself

With the shaggy ones

The hunters tonight

It bears

Over heath and field

Over log and stone

Over dead ants

Under the dark branch

Down in insidious valleys

Through bushes and bushes

Over the pretty winter country

There graabeins sorcery lurks

In a gloomy palace of ice

Through cold dark halls

Sitting there olme tyrant

On a throne of blue men's skulls