Nest of Peace (translated from Finnish): Chapter 1

As the snow slowly comes down he looks upwards,
the dance of snow-flakes under the sky,
as the golden sunbeams of the sun cut's the cold air,
Northern crust of snow shines,
in the soft wind's embrace can he hear the choirs of angels,
behind him a evergreen forest can be dimly seen,
when dawn arrives,
to the kingdom of Ice.

The smell of juniper sneaks into his nose,
as the midday sun brightly shines in the sky,
the gust of cold wind makes him shudder,
when he stayed to look the tracks of an fox,
as he raise to stand he see's a eagle,
that soars in the sky unclouded,
searching for prey in the kingdom of Winter,
he smiles,
before he continues his journey.

In the afternoon a camp fire blaze,
and a roast warms up,
as the smoke raises to the sky-blue sky,
he wonders the beauty of the forest and the steams,
the pure white crusts of snow and the nightly starlit sky,
those are his god's,
his religion,
that the Baptized hasn't recognized,
hopeless.

In the darkness of the night,
in the blinking of the stars,
he sit's in the sauna,
juniper whisk used in sauna smells nicely in the pail,
waiting for the steam to evaporate,
after which he leaves the sauna and goes to the porch,
folded into a towel he sit's to a chair,
and open's a bottle of beer.