Ya soto karno kina
Ya sene marap nukuyana kiala rakea
Na panga karno hea
Raka pila marno hea
Storms on the march, and a wintry gale
And cold spirits roaming freely
I journeyed on, till I found a small nook
For the camp and shelter weary
Such moans, such wailings
I looked about in great fear
It seemed as the creatures who roamed the night
Congregated to mock who passed here
Ya soto karno kina
Na panga karno hea
Ya sene marap nukuyana kiala rakea
Soto kina
Na panga karno hea
Ya sene marap nukuyana na ya kiala na ya rakea
So sheltered I from this windswept night
When a presence I did feel
I looked up, something caught my sight
Lo a figure did appear
A grey cloak, a wild beard
A shade, or was this for real
I checked my weapons and raised my hand
For to bid that he come share my meal
I thank you sir, came a trembling voice
That it seemed was close to tears
So sad it seemed, as he'd carried the weight
Of the world for many years
Then drank we wine and
We rested there till the dawn
Through the night he spoke of long ancient days
And a fire inside me was born