Paroles: Vintersorg. Solens Rötter. Döpt I En Jökelsjo.

Isvind, frostvind i armodsbunden skrud
En ljudfyyld fristad at vinterrikets sandebud
Han som foddes under polstjarnan, i strang kold
Under stormslitna skarvidders gnistrande skold

Elementen symboliska avbild,
En dodskallevit snogestalt
Med norrskenblick som flammar vild
Och blixtrar i samklang med allt
Vishjartad och med skuldror som alpkedjor vida,
Det aventyrsgivande landskapets medelpunkt
Med istidsdraken fader jokul vid sin sida
Som ligger stilla och andas tungt

Dopt i en jokelsjo
Invigd i utopin
Med glaciarvarldens deltao
Valvd i periferin
En vintrig kroningsrit
Med vinden som poet
Fjattrar denna eremit
I sin universalitet

Stjarnkartan ristas over hans rygg
Av drakens frostklor, som stillsam och skygg
Fortaljer om dess ursprung i ett sallsamt kvad,
En ohord visdom, ett oskrivet titelblad
Dopfunten, en vak i glaciarskorpans yta
Och stormen tjanar som energisk psalm
Knabojd pa frusen badd ses han flyta,
Pa solmejslade block, pa vattenkristallers malm

Dar iskolosser byggs pa varje sekund och minut
Och det arktiska kungadomets monark ligger stolt
Hans karga rike verkar segra till slut
Over den likbleka solens trevande revolt

[English translation:]

BAPTIZED IN A GLACIAL LAKE

Icewind, frostwind in poverty-bound garb
A soundfilled refuge for the messenger of the wintry realm
He who was born under the North Star, in bitter cold
Under the sparkling shield of storm-torn plains of crust

Symbolic image of the elements,
A skull white shape of snow
With a gaze of northern lights which blazes wildly
And flashes in harmony with everything
Wise at heart and with shoulders like wide Alpine ranges,
The center of the adventure-giving landscape
With the Ice Age dragon Father Glacier by its side
Who lies calmly and breathes heavily

Baptized in a glacial lake,
Initiated into the utopia
With the delta-isle of the glacier world
Arched in the periphery
A wintry rite of coronation
With the wind as poet
Fetters this hermit
In its universality

A star chart is carved in his back
by the dragon's frost claws, that calmly and shyly
Tells about it origins in a strange song,
An unheard wisdom, an unwritten title page
The baptismal font, a hole in the surface of the glacier's crust
And the storm serves as an energetic psalm
Kneeling on frozen bed he is seen float,
On blocks chiselled by the sun, on the ore of water crystals

Baptized in a glacial lake,
Initiated into the utopia
With the delta-isle of the glacier world
Arched in the periphery
A wintry rite of coronation
With the wind as poet
Fetters this hermit
In its universality

Where Ice hulks grow every second and minute
The monarch of the Arctic Kingdom lies proud
In the end his barren realm seems to prevail
Over the fumbling revolt of the livid sun