(voice of the dead) "Our shadows seep into the dusk Like cranes that melt into the pool; A black lake in which they descend Pale ghosts caress the nidstång in the dark its face scarred by the ages, its curse sent with heathen breath to poison the waters of the black lake We are...we are...the faces below the ripples A deep sorrow traveled through the woods and found a home in our humble grave"
(voice of the niðstång) "I've sent this peril... To the world; this peril shall spread all sorrows And you are but gods watching from below at the base of the totem in the black temple of the Earth I am... I am... the silence inside the tomb You created the stars and gave birth to all the heavens; the darkness of the space and time So go... go to the nightside end below"
Where have all the noble cranes gone? Where have all the stags disappeared to? Piled below in the tomb of this burdened pool A curse to those who corrupt these sacred woods A curse to those who taste this solemn water
No unhallowed breath shall seal a fate before me Join the drowned in the silence of the black lake's womb Accursed...written in the waters...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
