those white fields they reign over this land

at the sparkle of ice they silently weep

all ages of mortals they know



and the bright sky reaches throughout the north

raining hoar upon the woods

it conceals the stars and sets the sea in fire

shakes mountains by thunder

halting the day, raging at night



for long the clouds have traveled

restlessly swelling above the waters

if the heavenly flame now melts the frost

with just the stream we drift



those white fields they blind the night

silent giants of stone and of ice



the wind shall scatter the cold fair land

and the eternal stream fall as snow

none ever living on these plains

the ice cold wind now takes the fair land



far away wind driving the clouds

carving mournful verses to stone

the sky leads the weary roamer astray

struck down by the white nothingness

thus curse the giants of stone and of ice

from here none shall pass



should the trees be burnt to ashes

should the shore be buried under the waves

no man can ever own this land