Fimbul - Tusmørke

Frozen sun

Far away as the year is young

Lights are low, seems all life has gone

As the shadows grow sharp and long

On the snow

No-one knows when Fimbul finally comes

Oh, how stark

Dazzling, brilliant, glittering sparks

Dancing flakes against blackened bark

Blink three times and once more it’s dark

Nights are slow

No-one knows when Fimbul finally comes

Birches reach, their bodies bleached

Like whale bones drying on a frosty beach

Guarding graves with wordless speech

Lectures no living creatures teach

The dead have seen the end of this world

In the dead

Of a winter heavy as lead

Breath is smoking with each word said

In a halo 'round every head

Voices low

No-one knows when Fimbul finally comes

Birches reach, their bodies bleached

Like whale bones drying on a frosty beach

Guarding graves with wordless speech

Lectures no living creatures teach

The dead have seen the end of this world