| Världens oskuld vilar tryggt på det vigda bålet
| The innocence of the world rests securely on the consecrated fire
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| Allt som andas, allt som sörjt ryser i plötslig kyla
| Everything that breathes, everything that mourns shakes in sudden cold
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| Blodröd sjunker solen, fjällens skuggor växa
| Blood red drops the sun, the shadows of the mountains grow
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| Och högt i askens krona susar tidens höst
| And high in the crown of the ashes, the autumn of time whizzes by
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| Vi har samlats här i sluten ring
| We have gathered here in a closed circle
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| Kring en likblek gud som om livet bragts
| Around a corpse-pale god as if life had been brought
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| Når dagen lida mot sitt slut
| When the day suffers towards the end
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| Skall flammor stiga mot himlens fäste
| Let flames rise against the firmament of heaven
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| I sorgens timma på sorgens dag, stiger fadern fram
| In the hour of sorrow on the day of sorrow, the father emerges
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| En fridlos fasas verop, som ur dvala facklan höjs
| A restless phase is revealed, which is raised from the dormant torch
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| Ett sinne tyngt av kvalfull kvidan, en gåta utan svar
| A mind weighed down by a tormented quiver, a riddle with no answer
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| När stormen stämmor ekat ut, vad viskas till den döde?
| When the storm echoes out, what is whispered to the dead?
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| Det som ingen trott, det som inget vetat
| That which no one believed, that which no one knew
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| Fann den vise, vad han fjärran letat? | Did the sage find what he was looking for from afar? |