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Under Bergets Rot

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In the early morning I beheld on the mountain ridge
A furrow, red as heart blood
I saw it descend deep
Into the darkness of the mountain’s roots

In time of sundown I beheld on the mountain
Now like flames they dance
In the summer night, children of tribe of the rocks
Into the darkness of the mountain’s roots

Bravely I clinged onto the furrow’s abyss
Soon I fell into the home of darkness
The song of ancient fathers was heard there

From memories I found then
A song I had never sang before
From my lips, from my chest an echo
The song I had never sang before

In the early morning I beheld on the cave’s ceiling
A glimpse of winter’s white shining
Then I stepped with haste
From the darkness of the mountain’s roots

In time of sundown I witnessed on the cold land
A cover of snow and ice
There I sang for a mere moment
With the people of the mountain’s roots.

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