Текст песни Fennir yfir - Ásgeir

Wall along a weary path,
The weather holds the aftermath
Inside his sadness hiding.

Crying to the cliffs aloud
Carless of the hills, it bowed
The heavy wind keeps blowing.

Passing over pathless steps
And pleading on the ground, oh lord!
My soul is in your keeping.

Forwward through the frost and snow
Following the northern glow
Inside his pain abiding.