Aldrig mer m vi talas vid
Men pa gastbacken hrs vr klagan
Aldrig mer vi jrtecken finna
Vi mtas vit din gravl

Rlsans slit vid grdars drr
Varlsar om dd s kall
Nu digra liar svepa
Likt en skarprttares werk

Aldrig mer m vi talas vid
Men pa gastbacken hrs vr klagan
Aldrig mer vi jrtecken finna
Vi mtas vit din gravl

Rlsans slit vid grdars drr
Varlsar om dd s kall
Nu digra liar svepa
Likt en skarprttares werk

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Hr vandrar en pestlagen hop
Hr skdas krigets hrjningar
Hr vilar en lukt av dd
Hr frodas domedagens gissel

Blida den med kttet det fina
Rena husen med gnideld
M nystt grs den hindra
Djurkadavrens stank den frna

Det blint inte ont om klder
Men det skall rda brist p brder
Mnga kistor vi ma bygga
Ty pestens tid r hr

[English translation:]

The Black Death

Nevermore will we speak to each other
But on the ghost hill our lament is heard
Nevermore will we find omens
We will meet at your funeral feast

The toiling of the rake by houses' doors
Forebodes about death so cold
Now great scythes sweep
Like the work of an executioner

Here wanders a plague-stung lot
Here are the ravages of war seen
Here lies a stench of death
Here thrives the scourge of the doomsday

Appease it with the delicate flesh
Purge the houses with fire
May newly sown grass stop it
The rank stench of the beasts' carcasses

There will not be to few clothes
But there will be a shortage of boards
Many coffins we must build
For time of plague is here