They awaited the maiden's return, Astray she was in forest dark, Her only friend was the homeward path, Hidden by the spreading snow Could she but not, follow starry trails She would not be lost, amongst these spruces dark Wooden arms embraced the foreign guest Sad was their song unto her The halls of the mountain king, Clamour for Christian blood "Near at hand; a maiden in grief Hands joined in prayer A Litany rises to heaven above." From springs above Upon her head Drop by drop as blood From Jesus Christ "Lonely, in forest deep, Tonight, I feel and fear, No one remembers me."