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Ancient runes of distant north
Once will blaze up with cold fire
The moan of the demon is heard,
Imprisoned in black mirror frame.

Where the falcons fly in the sky
Above dormant valleys like a mountain ring
There he rages, the mirror demon,
Beyond the thin glass midst spurs in ravines.

There, where narrow paths lie beyond crests,
Rocks are cracked by Odin’s hammer,
Swift streams blowing with cold
Somewhere beyond turfy swamps

The sea of melt steel rages
Incarcerated into the mirror since ancient times,
And souls became slaves for ever
Who'd seen their reflection.

The walls of the prison solid and stone
Are melt in wax streams
Scant light of a smoking torch,
Is enough to taste the world at the break.

There was no freedom sweeter for the prisoner
And the poisoned air isd full of evil,
There are hot waters under the snow,
The glass is cracked

The sea of melt steel rages
Incarcerated into the mirror since ancient times,
And souls became slaves for ever
Who'd seen their reflection.

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