NOTE: We have not provided the Norwegian text; what follows is simply the English translation.
Kyrie Eleison, Christe Eleison, Kyrie Eleison
(Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy, Lord have mercy.)
The wind blows hard against this mountain side
Across the sea into my soul.
It reaches into where I cannot hide,
Setting my feet upon the road.
My heart is old, it holds my memories;
My body burns a gemlike flame.
Somewhere between the soul and soft machine
Is where I find myself again.
Kyrie eleison, down the road that I must travel,
Kyrie eleison, through the darkness of the night,
Kyrie eleison, where I'm going, will you follow?
Kyrie eleison, on a highway in the light.
When I was young I thought of growing old,
Of what my life would mean to me,
Would I have followed down my chosen road
Or only wished what I could be?
Music and Lyrics Traditional and
by Christian Mayrhofer