Under Norrskenets Fallande Ljusspel is one of my favourite songs ever, here's a translation of the lyrics:
Under the Falling Light-play of the Northern Lights
Like a many-headed, green-shimmering serpent
the features of colour splendour coil
Over the glinting plays of scintillating constellations
From sparkling eyes in hidden body
The dim delights
Now bring their arc down by the calm water of the sky
Its double-edged tounge devours the power of creation
From a nebula
The abundant charming power in the garb of the night
A bundle of rays witch seems to shed its skin
In aged prose
The aurora borealis is an omen
Shadows dart under the glow
Dazzled by the flight of the glare
Beholder of lives' fates
Now blazes over home and hearth
Flames strikes down towards the ground
A serpentlike shape in the sky is on the move
Now the frost on the pine bark shines
The glare has put its sting against the trunks
It flashes and blazes from nine heads
A pulsing rythm from the fire of the light-play
Shadows dart under the glow
Dazzled by the flight of the glare
Beholder of lives' fates
Now blazes over home and hearth
Flames strikes down towards the ground
A serpentlike shape in the sky is on the move
Now the frost on the pine bark shines
The glare has put its sting against the trunks
The magic chimera is painted over the northern realm
The glittering fog smoke is its artist
And here's a translation for Naturens Galleri:
Nature's Gallery
A cave opening gapes dark and gloomy
In the stone structure of the mountain side
By the lustre of the gleaming slates,
My gaze is fastened to its architecture.
There primordial powers lurks,
The willpower in a well-rill
Which plunges towards deep shafts
And washes aged fossils
Wherever my gaze ponders
It's beatuy blows the mind into swells.
Like a cold subterranean moon,
Dazzles a mountain crystal.
The greedy mouths of wide rifts
Are portals to the Earth's marrow.
Surrounded by ore-rich colour,
An atelier in the dim mountain
Along narrow passages, towards the heart of the depths
Under the fair gothic of the ceilings
Which are adorned by gaudy metals
in images, in perfect aesthetics.
Shapes sculptured from drip-stones.
Hid away in safe-keeping.
Formed in the columns of the rocks
Over the mirror-clear rill
Nature's gallery
Is like a fantasy,
and the paradise and dwelling of mysticism
Nature's gallery,
the magic utopia of refreshment
More translations of Vintersorg, Otyg and more can be found here:
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