| Song | A Tale Of Pagan Tongue |
| Artist | Borknagar |
| Album | The Olden Domain |
| 作词 : Brun | |
| The sun descended to the ground | |
| Behind the mountains, in the sea | |
| A one-eyed man wanders sullen to the highest hill | |
| There he will survey over those surviving will | |
| The flaming shores are yet unseen | |
| In spite of dawn, the horizon sleeps | |
| The sea gleams with lethal cold | |
| Witness yourself here, alone yet bold | |
| The night is born, the christlings thorn | |
| The sun seems dead and somehow forlorn | |
| And the moon lurks above | |
| The beasts they howl her song | |
| Told to be unchained at the day of doom | |
| Their random laws, taught by the Gods | |
| Are to be redeemed when He sets sail | |
| There will forever be this ancient tounge | |
| Primal wisdom from natures own longue | |
| Count the shores of the utter coast | |
| And fear peace forever most | |
| When time is ripe to revive the past | |
| Let us see who stands triumphant |
| zuò cí : Brun | |
| The sun descended to the ground | |
| Behind the mountains, in the sea | |
| A oneeyed man wanders sullen to the highest hill | |
| There he will survey over those surviving will | |
| The flaming shores are yet unseen | |
| In spite of dawn, the horizon sleeps | |
| The sea gleams with lethal cold | |
| Witness yourself here, alone yet bold | |
| The night is born, the christlings thorn | |
| The sun seems dead and somehow forlorn | |
| And the moon lurks above | |
| The beasts they howl her song | |
| Told to be unchained at the day of doom | |
| Their random laws, taught by the Gods | |
| Are to be redeemed when He sets sail | |
| There will forever be this ancient tounge | |
| Primal wisdom from natures own longue | |
| Count the shores of the utter coast | |
| And fear peace forever most | |
| When time is ripe to revive the past | |
| Let us see who stands triumphant |