Vägvisaren [English translation]

The lost man walks in circles

There's no marked out path

Where is the right way

Who will show how they used to ride

He finds wind in the calm

Calls the storm calm

Finds a way in the darkness

His knowledge is huge

Doesn't look longingly to the east

And is not intrigued by the west

The grim crib of the north

is probably where our man is the happiest

He finds wind in the calm

Calls the storm calm

And in evil times

He guards his shape

The lost man walks in circles

There's no marked out path

Where is the right way

Who will show how they used to ride

Over frozen lakes

He knows where the ice is strong enough to carry you

A lot of people follow

Try the tested route

The lost learn by showing

And follow where they go

They listen to the elderly

Soon they know where they stand

Doesn't look longingly to the east

And is not intrigued by the west

The grim crib of the north

is probably where our man is the happiest

• Artist:Ultima Thule