Under Bergets Rot
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 mountains 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 mountains roots
Bravely I clinged onto the furrows 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 caves ceiling
A glimpse of winters white shining
Then I stepped with haste
From the darkness of the mountains 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 mountains roots.
