Himmel Så Trind

Fat Sky

Listen to the fleeing winds
See the raven in the sky of lead
It's frost approaching

Every birch and linden is bare now
In the greying halls of the Lady-of-the-woods
It's frost approaching

Hard times are a-coming
The trolls are shivering and swearing
It's frost approaching

See the crane fleeing
Towards a warmer, southern sky
It's frost approaching

Over land and sea
The cold wind of winter sweeps in
Snow, ice and bitter cold
From a fat sky
It's frost approaching

See the blue fingers of Näcken (an evil water spirit)
His reel goes slower
It's frost approaching

The frost in the ground is coming fast
We're lucky to have central heating
It's frost approaching