They awaited the maiden's return
Astray she was in forest dark
Her only friend was the homeward path
Hidden by the spreading snow

Could she but not, follow starry trails
She would not be lost, amongst these spruces dark

Wooden arms embraced the foreign guest
Sad was their song unto her
The halls of the mountain king
Clamour for Christian blood

Near at hand; a maiden in grief
Hands ed in prayer
A Litany rises to heaven above

From springs above
Upon her head
Drop by drop as blood
From Jesus Christ

Lonely, in forest deep
Tonight, I feel and fear
No one re me