Feeling the sweetest spell of Dark
Drowning in its primeval sands
Tasting the freezing touch of the Moon
Observing the night's countless everlasting stars
Crossing the road to Nordland's plains
The ancient wolf swalows the mighty glare of night
Leaving us embraced by blackness and cold
A crown of the Moon gleaming in the endless sky
As I approach the throne of bliss and glory
The ring up high shall guide me forth
But the night is mortal, comming to and end
A blaze emerges from afar
The Sun rises and devours the Dark
From the horizont painting the skies
As I regain my throne with wrath and honor
The gleaming disc illumes my grand domains
Bathing all in light, resurecting from the dead
Leaving the Moon's palace ruined and gone
The Sun rises and devours the Dark
From the horizont painting the skies