Once upon a time I traveled like a brave young swain
I wandered in the forests, I visited the countryside
I ate my bread there, happened to choke on it

In the deepest forest, taken away to fires of the mill

We took snaps near the brook's current

Of drunkenness we sang, bragged and boasted and carved meat
Night arrived in the full moon's shining
No wind, nothing moving the fields


Huldran's stride
Song of fire


There I sat slone by the fire
Shivering in the late summer night

I suddenly saw a shadow closing on me
Among pine branches, around birches' sprouts


Huldran's stride
A glimpse towards the moon
Song of fire

Silver onto a snow-white village

Her brows so dark

With spindly, creeping hair
A third eye like a snake eye
Her visage gilded


Horn-crowned she sneaked
Like a shadow made of stardust

She caressed me
Whispering, now tearing


Then I woke from my slumber
With a branded skin
Our wild game just a memory

Out of a dreamer's ballad

Never again I saw the forest's daughter

Ah, no one believed my story
But among the eternal shapes of the ancient forest
An old man is allowed his final rest


Night arrived in the full moon's shining
No wind, nothing moving the fields

I fell to slumber, the moss took me
I wandered on her lands ever since I died