Album: Hin Vordende Sod & Sø (2003)

Over Ægirs Vidstragte Sletter

Bag Skindskov et Grin af Malice
blottes over hin arrede Facade
Naar Hingsten over Hav uden Lise
færdes thi Krists Guld at lade

Over Hav det færdes,
der Enker atter forfærdes
Farleis Ende nu i Havn
med Dødens Hærtog i sitt Favn

Hvor dierve Mænd fraader i Galskab
og dækker hint Land med Blod,
skal Ilden galei i Bævens Drab
over hint Land hvor Solen stod

Domine, te appellabam
Domine, audi curam nostram
Domine, vide operem mortis
Cantant inferi lucto patris

Domine, te appellabam
Domine, te appellabamus

[English translation:]

Over Ægir's Wide-Stretched Plains18

Behind the forest of cheek19 a grin of malice
Is bared over the scarred face
When the stallion20 over the sea, fearless
Travels to load Christ's gold

Over the sea it travels,
Where widows are again in terror
The end of the route now in the harbour
With the army of Death in its arms

Where brave men foam in madness
And cover the land with blood
Shall the fire roar in the terrifying battle21
Over the land where sun stood

Lord, thee I called
Lord, hear our trouble
Lord, see the deed of Death
The netherworlds sing the bereavement of the father

Lord, thee I called
Lord, thee we called