Текст песни Svaskalver - Проклятие

Under the stormy onslaught of the enemy, the walls did not resist,
and the throne room is already on fire
but those whose blood is still running through the hot veins,
share the fate with their king

The pain and anger of my sisters and brothers
fill my last choked cry
may these vaults keep my curse for hundreds of years,
let these years pass like a moment

An uneven circle of candles
movements of pale hands
and a drop of warm blood on the cooled dust,

and we will hear the call
through the web of dreams
and the fire will light up again in empty eyes

I predict a dark day when, after descending from the throne,
the king will pick up a broken sword from the floor,
and with a bloodless hand sweep the ash from the crown
and age-old dust from hunched shoulders