The seventh pinnacle is climbed
The seventh gate
Stands open in all its splendor
Guarded and watched
By the tiger's watchful eye
For the road is paved with gold
Troll cat a sun has created
Chases the spring
Ede winter's moonshine
Cools its sheet so dead
The day is suffocated
The night is spring again
And vanaere lurks
Behind every cold tree
Under the hateful mountains
Snow-crowned peaks
God-fearing they were
Near the corpse of shame
Above Bjoergvin, heaven weeps
Faith and friends< br/>To the cemetery are carried
A bad time awaits
For those who stared blindly
For aa see God

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