De Gamles D d

	I mørke gange
	gennem sorten muld
	øjne hjælper intet her
	hvor de tabte sjæle
	flakker om
	forvildede fortvivlede
	under jorden
	gennem mareridt og længsel
	de gamle faar ingen hvile
	her imellem
	minde og glemsel
	fortabelse
	knogle rester
	tøre ben og apati
	de døde synger triste sange
	de som aldrig
	blev sendt videre.
	"The Death Of The Elder Ones" (English translation):
	In dark galleries
	through black soil
	eyes are of no help here
	where the lost souls drift
	bewildered hopeless
	underneath the ground
	through nightmares and yearning
	the Elder Ones have no rest
	here between memory and oblivion
	perdition
	bone pieces
	dry bones and apathy
	the dead sing sad songs
	those who were never transmitted.

	I m rke gange
	gennem sorten muld
	jne hj lper intet her
	hvor de tabte sj le
	flakker om
	forvildede fortvivlede
	under jorden
	gennem mareridt og l ngsel
	de gamle faar ingen hvile
	her imellem
	minde og glemsel
	fortabelse
	knogle rester
	t re ben og apati
	de d de synger triste sange
	de som aldrig
	blev sendt videre.
	" The Death Of The Elder Ones" English translation:
	In dark galleries
	through black soil
	eyes are of no help here
	where the lost souls drift
	bewildered hopeless
	underneath the ground
	through nightmares and yearning
	the Elder Ones have no rest
	here between memory and oblivion
	perdition
	bone pieces
	dry bones and apathy
	the dead sing sad songs
	those who were never transmitted.