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Den birfilande snostorm vid herkuliska uren
Over iskront gransrygg i ursprungsmakt
Fran bergryggens skulderblad hors naverluren
De klagande toner i svaltande trakt

[Ref:]
Med hungerns sorgevagnar som slapande ok
Utmarglade, halogda, med bukar som ramnar
Nybyggaroden insvepta i vinterns dok
Dar ovadret skovlar och ruiner efterlamnar

Vavtatt ar snofallet som ger en matt belysning
Kylan forkunnar sin harskarratt
Nu fodan har sinat, allt kanns som en feberrysning
Det gnager i sjalen hos fjallbygdens att

Livslagan falnar for omaltig nod
"Ett kungarike, for kott och brod"
Fran korpboning hores hanskratten
Sa sakteligen narmar sig polarnatten

Och fjallskred avlas vid topparnas fasten
En dundrande harsmakt i rasande fard
Byns undergang, och lavinen ar sjalva offerprasten
Och drivornas fangsel dess altarhard

[Ref:]

Frosttronade de domnar
Till griftlig stillhet de somnar

[English translation:]

Famine Winter

The fiddle-filing snowstorm by the herculean primordial rocks
Over ice crowned horizon in primordial power
From the shoulder blades of the mountain ridge is the horn of birch bark heard
The veiling tones in starving regions

With the hunger's pain entity as dragging yoke
Emaciated, hollow-eyed, with bellies that rends
Settlers' fates shrouded in the veils of winter
Where the storm ravages and leaves ruins behind

The snowfall which gives a faint light is close as fabric
The cold announces its right to reign
Now the food runs short, everything feels like a fever shiver
It gnaws in the soul of the family of the mountain country

The life-flame dies down for insatiable need
"A kingdom, for meat and bread"
From raven's dwelling is scornful laughter heard
Slowly the polar night draws near

And mountain slides are begot at the keeps of the summits
A thundering army in raging flight
The doom of the village, and the avalanche is the sacrificial priest himself
And the drifts' prison his altar hearth

With the hunger's pain entity as dragging yoke
Emaciated, hollow-eyed, with bellies that rends
Settlers' fates shrouded in the veils of winter
Where the storm ravages and leaves ruins behind

Frost enthroned they go numb
To gravelike stillness they go to sleep

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