Under the darkness of the holy night
A barren and eerie sound is heard
Like the creak and scream of a wagon wheel
ÃƒÂˇngest and tragedy
In the black of night raven harbor flee
Standing Endless journey from the east
Towards the west
A dark silhouette
Woe to you who check its progress
When the ground swells was forward
Its journey seems infinitely long
No rest in his soul he gets
For even Christ's grave he reaches
And there can be loosed from their bonds
Never got to enjoy the mead of life
Was left to certain death
By the one who should have ¥llit him loved
Under the darkness of the holy night
The same song is still heard
The end was not good for Nattramn
Because he reached never come
In night-black raven harbor flee
On constant journey from the east
Towards the west
His grave gapes empty
For in earth he never got to rest
Disappointed in his life
Never got to take his first steps
No peace in his soul he gets
Get even Christ's grave he near
And there can be loosed from his chains
Never got to enjoy life's mead
Was left to see ker dead
By the one who should have kept him loved

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