De Tause Fjell

	Over the dark—the deep valleys of earth
	In the days of yore—they journey on the battlefield, their shining armour lay
	Between the mountaintops their cries still roar
	The quiet mountains, witness
	The days of yore!
	Like ice on the muddy, forest pond, breaking in the light of day
	Out of the woods where they stood
	Before they, to rest finally lay
	But now the time is upon them
	Once again, they shall the rise to ride the wind-song!

	Over the dark the deep valleys of earth
	In the days of yore they journey on the battlefield, their shining armour lay
	Between the mountaintops their cries still roar
	The quiet mountains, witness
	The days of yore!
	Like ice on the muddy, forest pond, breaking in the light of day
	Out of the woods where they stood
	Before they, to rest finally lay
	But now the time is upon them
	Once again, they shall the rise to ride the windsong!