Bltt, grtt, grnt fr gat
Vrldsspegeln, dit lngstans vingar br
En frjd att skda, att sinnet ppna
Flyende sot p svarta vingar far

Om natten, stormen och vinden
Molnfria vyers inre horisont ler
En ppning I stormen den ser
En ppning I stormen den ser

En lockelse inte bara p ytan
Inte endast en frd, ven ett ml
Vad vntar mig under systrar nio?
Van dljer Rans dttrar f&ruml;r mig?

Hr skall jag finna min ro
Hr skall jag finna min sinnesfrid
Hr skall jag fr evigt vila
Och I girs djupa salar min ngest begrave

Ett sista offer fr Njors
Ett sista blot fr vlgng pa frden
En hemlichet som skall bli min
Ingen nger, vad bljorna give

[English translation:]

The Mirror Of The World

Blue, grey, green for the eye
The mirror of the world, where the wings of pining carry
A joy to behold, to open the mind
Fleeing soot travels on black wings

At night, the storm and the wind
The inner horizon of cloudless views smiles
An opening in the storm it sees
An opening in the storm it sees

A temptation not just on the surface
Not only a journey, but also a goal
What awaits me below the nine sisters?
What are the Daughters of Ran hiding from me?

Here I shall find my peace
Here I shall find my peace of mind
Here I shall forever rest
And bury my agony in the deep halls of Aegir

A last offering for Njord
A last sacrifice for good fortune on the road
A secret that shall be mine
No regret, what the waves give