Barren, dark country.
Completely quiet, wide, unknown.
You should stir up many a legend,
but today just lead the carriage for me.
Through wild, bare clefts -
/>into the wasteland. (silent, far, unknown)
There are icy airs there,
like never before known. (deep in the wasteland)
Wherever I look - only ice and snow...
ghostly pine trees, dark lake...
horrid things surround me -
no path, no Footbridge, no lamplight!
The horse's strength is dwindling
in a wall of fog,
whipped by ghost winds,
sleep overwhelms me -
deep in the wasteland.