With the dying sun and moon
the journey to the sea of u200bu200bshadows begins.
The bear will keep watch over the bonfire.
The body is placed in a stone-heavy grave.
Behind the veil the cry of the earth is heard;
the light of summer that disappears,
the oak spirit is put in a boat,
winter and autumn again win.
I will return.
I will return.
When the spirits of winter are weak,
I want to come home.
Under the earth, the hidden world,
behind the clouds towards the west,
ends the long bonfire journey,
where winter and autumn celebrate.< br/>It is cold and dark in the depths,
only shadows grow there,
there is the dark creep,
the darkest horrors.
I will return.
I will come again.
When the spirits of winter are weak,
I will come home.
The dead rest in white clothes
behind heavy, cold stone doors,
but listen you to the army of death
you sometimes hear the song.
The dead rest in white clothes
behind heavy, cold stone doors,
but do you listen to the army of death
you of and until the song is heard.
I will come back.
I will come again.
When the spirits of winter are weak,
I will come home.