Down the crystalline layers Flies a glistening bird With its voice across the ice, Sounding purest ever heard On the land of fimbulwinter It seems a tree of long standing Feathers are falling like leaves So vibrant they help its landing Burn a hole into My lung of lead With your flaming beak Of mystic red Dream a dream where I take The deepest breath Till the glassy voice dies A silent death Against the jet-black welkin The glistening bird is nearing me Eyes shed a ray towards my place No matter where I may be Tear off, take away My crown of thorn With your massive wings Being never worn Dream a dream where I’m free Of any pain When I wake up, the snow Will change to rain