Tekst:
Borknagar The Archaic Course

raised by the fields, by the highlands The minded mountains of old Where the river starts roaring I roam Where the wind comes moaning I wander alone AD NOCTUM The course

Deify the depths of intimate caprice The noble morsel of the grand eternity Face the furious and black domain From where all the wisdom once came As

distance of furious dreams Random fields of tension Where the sun comes blinding When the moon goes hiding I have seen the chaos in every course Followed

In the hour before dawn The Nordic mirror lies black yet calm Reflects my shadow and heaven above The frost force the ocean up Past the shores towards