Текст песни Аркона - Сва

What thoughts in forests keep pitch nights
A gray whirlwind circle over the veil of human fuss?
And in the darkness of night, anxious eyes hid,
Contemplating the world is full of nasty, alien emptiness.
Disappearing in the darkness, leaving in a veil of snowfall
Under the retribution of the wind and the call of the wilderness,
Run away from a hungry gray herd forever!
Only games with death and the murmur of a tired soul.

Woe fettered in grief.
I will treat with a bright dove
Above your window.
My gaze is in the tower
A wing is wounded in the yard.
Saddened
I fight a bird in your window.

Woe gripped me in the night.
Timid heart
Burns with the power of Yar-Fire.
Turn into dew, flow river
Nowhere, storing pain.
Mother Tosca, let me go!

Swa! Wings spread
Over dear mortal life!
Help return to reality
From my forgotten dream.
Swa! My voice, hear!
Help wake up from sleep.
From the empty pitch darkness
Return to your native land!