Enhver Til Sitt [English translation]

I follow my horse, into the forest.

Bleeding; wet from my own blood.

The feet feels heavier and heavier;

a beating pain in the thigh.

The pants feel like plaster

around my legs, where the blood has dried.

I fall, but get up again.

Staggering, limping, stumbling, falling.

My hunt ends, in the wet moss

by the the lonesome bank of the moon lake.

The lonesome bank of the moon lake.

The lonesome bank of the moon lake.

Why must I test my destiny again and again?

Why must I forget the pain when the wound heals?

Why must I get used to a ruined body?

Why must I forget where I fell the last time?

Why must I forget? Why must I forget?

Why must I feel the old pain again (and again and again...)?

One time, this time, I cannot get up again.

I remain there, in the wet moss, alone and dying.

I cannot get up, and I don't want to either.

The moon is reflected in the surface of the lake and she blinks at me.

The moon blinks at me.

The moon blinks at me.

The light intensifies.

The moon goddess comes to me.

I am not cold anymore.

I am warmed by the moonlight.

Why must I test my destiny again and again?

Why must I forget the pain when the wound heals?

Why must I get used to a ruined body?

Why must I forget where I fell the last time?

Why must I forget? Why must I forget?

Why must I feel the old pain again (and again and again...)?

I am not cold anymore.

I am warmed by the moonlight.

I am not cold anymore.

I am warmed by the moonlight.

• Artist:Burzum
• Album:Fallen