Offerbacken - Vintersorg
I backfaran ivrigt tumlar du, djarva vag
Skogens pulsader pa statligt strovartag
Med spelglittrande kammar du strommar pa lyss och lur
En fornvarldens gudom, en porlande trubadur
[Ref:]
Vid dimomsvept furnskogs blothall
I hamnelsens rus
Ett blandverk av gudomen fridsall
I samklang med frojdsamt brus
Vattenstipade blindklippor i ditt djupsvarta svalg
Tackta utav boljors krig, dess vildsinta batalj
Offerbacken, magiska virvlande ikon
Mitt vordnadstenken ar urtidsriten jag haller vid an
[Ref:]
Vid dimomsvept furnskogs blothall
I hamnelsens rus
Ett blandverk av gudomen fridsall
I samklang med frojdsamt brus
Du sangare omson lugn och od
Klar, frisk och kall
Nordrinnande invid stenstod
I viskande forsar och fall
[English translation:]
The Sacrificial Brook
In the brook's furrow you tumble eagerly, bold wave
The forest's artery on splendid wandering
With glittering crests you flow listening and lurking
A divinity of the ancient world, a rippling troubadour
By fog shrouded pine forest's sacrificial rock
In the ecstasy's inebriation
An illusion the peacefull divinity
In harmony with joyful sough
Blind-crags sharpened by water in your deep-black abyss
Covered by the war of the waves, their ferocious battle
The sacrificial brook, magic whirling icon
My sign of reverence is the primordial rite I hold by the creek
By fog shrouded pine wood's sacrificial rock
In the ecstasy's inebriation
An illusion of the peacefull divinity
In harmony with joyful sough
You singer sometimes calm and sometimes fierce
Clear, fresh and cold
Running northwards by stone statue
In whispering torrents and waterfalls