To a high cliff on Koptespakte
It is the first high peak on the range In southern Norrbotten county
So we hear how they make tone paintings
To bring forth the peak Hear me O human through the stones
At my foot lie the bones
Those who were sacrificed here before
Are covered by green moss now Hear me O human, who is mightiest? Which of us was here first? What ecstasy for a mountain: Crushed bones and warm marrow
I? ll take you now . . .