Текст песни Мидгард - Морок

In the forest windbreaks and stumps,
Over the hills and ravines on dewy grass
In the predawn silence
On misty silent horse
Black Wraith circled yes pale starlight
I collect on his shield.

The death of a dream - a fine line
Between the dead and the living.
Night, night: the night but in the fog
Go, disappear like smoke.

At the root of the cold streams
He took fearlessly in the hands of forest fires
Yes haze of dreams.
Dissolved in cold blood
Drops of venom viper broth henbane yes
And in the eyes of the moon light.

Life Storm subsided long ago.
He was not alive and not dead, and he is not given
To know death and peace.
Just hover on misty meadows
Over the hills and ravines on dewy grass
In the stillness of the night.