…Og Landet ligger så øde hen (Original English version)

… And the Land lies so desolate:

Lyrics: Atkin

The halls, the taverns, the mill and the mongers
Silent and empty, haunted no longer by
Mayor, by innkeeper, miller or smith
Who passed from this realm into part of this myth
Into legend, or into the ground
Their body’s rotten, their souls nowhere to be found
Food for the worms and the crows
Nothing but death in a land of sorrow

Welcome to my world, to the aftermath
To a tune that sings of an angels wrath
A silence that lies all around
Where everyone sleeps in the ground
The worm kingdom is where we’ll be found

No laughter, no crying, no children at play
No human sound since they all went away
Away to a place that none of us chose
To a place where we decompose
Decompose is all we can do
We can’t sing we can’t laugh as we all used to
Fight, feud, dance and sing
Before the church bells started to ring

The church it is empty of parish and priest
The fields stand empty of farmer and beast
Leaving their flesh for the worms to devour
None left alive in our darkest hour

An inn with no landlord, a forge without smith
No women to charm or to fornicate with
Leaving their flesh for the worms to devour
None left alive in our darkest hour

A hall with no councilmen, elder or scribe
A market where all of the customers died
Leaving their flesh for the worms to devour
None left alive in our darkest hour

A world without hope or a chance of reprieve
Stripped of the good folk the lord did decieve
Leaving their flesh for the worms to devour
None left alive in our darkest hour