I Troldskog Faren Vild
De ventede tosens hiemkomst
Hun vaer i morck skog faren vild
Sneens tepper hafde bredet sig hen
Paa stien hiem - hendes eeneste ben
Om hun bare kunde
Folge stiernernes baner
Ey hun skulde vildfare
Blandt disse morcke grauer
Skogens morcke arme forvarmede sig ofver dend fremmede giaest
Giorde hende vaer i siine inderste tankers beemod
At i bergekongens kammer torstes efter christenblod
De underjordiske:
Det naermer sig stille: Een sorgeklaedt pige
Sidder derinde med foldede haender
Hun sender een bon til det himmeldske rige
Ofver hendes hode
Det drybber fra qviist
Draabe for drabbe som blodet
Fra kroppen til Jesu Christ
Pigen:
Aa, eismal i ein uggin skog
Eg kjenn at i kveld
I kveld tenkjer paa meg
Lost in the Troll Forest
They waited for the fool's return
She was in the dark woods, lost
The snow's blankets had spread out
On the path home - her only leg
If only she could
Follow the stars' paths
She wouldn't lose her way
Among these dark grays
The forest's dark arms warmed over the strange guest
Made her aware of her deepest thoughts' sorrow
That in the mountain king's chamber thirsted for Christian blood
The underground beings:
It approaches quietly: A sorrow-clad girl
Sits inside with folded hands
She sends a prayer to the heavenly realm
Above her head
It drips from the branch
Drop by drop like blood
From the body of Jesus Christ
The girl:
Oh, sometimes in a gloomy forest
I feel that tonight
Tonight, they think of me