Fog settles on the roofs
Winter is coming in
For heavy beams, bowed by age
Let it be the last
The hard life, full of pride, full Honor'
No sound reaches my ears
Only calls from days gone by
When I lost Nordheim
Oh my Nordheim, my source, my origin
Why should what happened?
The warm fire of your huts
Was never seen again
I stand at your grave and think
How beautiful it once was here
Von your proud fight for freedom
All that remained was moss and fern
The old legends of our father
Legacy of our ancestor
Like them, I wanted to fall for Nordheim
/>The opportunity has long been lost
Missed
Again the gray clouds are rising
Out of the forest
Again I think of the days
When I lost my northern home