Um heilage fjell
Ivar Bjørnson & Einar Selvik
Sacred Mountain
Eyes drawn towards sacred peak
Outlined clearly against the sky
Every wind from there
Carries a memory of you
Certain that you know and are near
Healing my icy sorrow
Doubts burn the wounds
That no one else can see
Guest in Dáinn's hall
Until you have been carried away
To the song of the norns, in the web of fate
The thread weaves the essence
From ancient fathers, ancient mothers
Carrying on your lineage
Guest in Dáinn's hall
Until the norns spin you a NEW thread
From wind you came
To wind you shall return
