| Song | Skymningsresa |
| Artist | Månegarm |
| Album | Vredens Tid |
| I norr, betäcker den första frosten | |
| I söder faller de första löven | |
| Tid att vandra är nu... | |
| En tidlos ström av kraft | |
| Vandrar med sinnet denna natt... | |
| I öster står månen I sinn full | |
| I väster, svinner Sunnas gyllene famn | |
| Den nya dagen skall snart gry... | |
| En tidlos ström av kraft | |
| Vandrar med sinnet denna natt... | |
| I. Strömt är altet, visdomens kyla | |
| I djupet begraven, ett dunkelt ord | |
| II. Söker I mullen, vid bergets fot | |
| Hör mig rådare, en glödande runa röd | |
| Ett kall ifrån ovan, drar mig iväg | |
| Stiger ur jorden, mot stärnornans glans... | |
| Vandrar I väven, spunnen av den tre | |
| Känner glöden, från runornas megin... | |
| I öster, står Sunna I sin full | |
| I väster, svinner månens bleka famn | |
| Tid att vila är nu... | |
| English translation: | |
| In the north the first frost covers | |
| In the south the first leaves fall | |
| The time to wander is now... | |
| A timeless stream of force | |
| Wanders with the mind this night... | |
| In the east the moon is full | |
| In the west the golden embrace of Sunna dwindles | |
| The new day is about to dawn... | |
| A timeless stream of force | |
| Wanders with the mind this night... | |
| Flowing is the universe, the cold of wisdom | |
| Buried in the deep, a dim word | |
| Looking in the earth, at the foot of the mountain | |
| Hear me Fey, a glowing red rune | |
| A calling from above, pulls me away | |
| Rises from the earth, towards the brilliance of the stars... | |
| Wanders in the web, woven by the Three | |
| Feel the embers, from the magic of the runes... | |
| In the east Sunna is full | |
| In the west the pale embrace of the moon dwindles | |
| The time to rest is now... |
| I norr, bet cker den f rsta frosten | |
| I s der faller de f rsta l ven | |
| Tid att vandra r nu... | |
| En tidlos str m av kraft | |
| Vandrar med sinnet denna natt... | |
| I ster st r m nen I sinn full | |
| I v ster, svinner Sunnas gyllene famn | |
| Den nya dagen skall snart gry... | |
| En tidlos str m av kraft | |
| Vandrar med sinnet denna natt... | |
| I. Str mt r altet, visdomens kyla | |
| I djupet begraven, ett dunkelt ord | |
| II. S ker I mullen, vid bergets fot | |
| H r mig r dare, en gl dande runa r d | |
| Ett kall ifr n ovan, drar mig iv g | |
| Stiger ur jorden, mot st rnornans glans... | |
| Vandrar I v ven, spunnen av den tre | |
| K nner gl den, fr n runornas megin... | |
| I ster, st r Sunna I sin full | |
| I v ster, svinner m nens bleka famn | |
| Tid att vila r nu... | |
| English translation: | |
| In the north the first frost covers | |
| In the south the first leaves fall | |
| The time to wander is now... | |
| A timeless stream of force | |
| Wanders with the mind this night... | |
| In the east the moon is full | |
| In the west the golden embrace of Sunna dwindles | |
| The new day is about to dawn... | |
| A timeless stream of force | |
| Wanders with the mind this night... | |
| Flowing is the universe, the cold of wisdom | |
| Buried in the deep, a dim word | |
| Looking in the earth, at the foot of the mountain | |
| Hear me Fey, a glowing red rune | |
| A calling from above, pulls me away | |
| Rises from the earth, towards the brilliance of the stars... | |
| Wanders in the web, woven by the Three | |
| Feel the embers, from the magic of the runes... | |
| In the east Sunna is full | |
| In the west the pale embrace of the moon dwindles | |
| The time to rest is now... |