Текст песни Скади - Мирддин-менестрель

Into a child and half haze of a clogged little tavern DmGmA
Sing, Mirddin-minstrel, under the rude mugs there is a measured thunder. Dmgma
Sing to us about miracles while candles wick the wrong FGmA
He does not say gods in the smoke and evening darkness. Dmgma

Like a lark trill, like a flame of flushed hope,
Your story, minstrel, about the kings that were before.
Do you deny it - people have been waiting here for a long time,
You will prophesy about the King, what will be in time.

You will remember the sword, but the crosshairs will sink into stone
So sing about the dream, it must be born in a song.
The hilt sparkles - there is an emerald, topaz, sapphires ...
You just have to wait, his star will rise above the world.

The light will pour out, there is the power and joy of justice.
And accept your death - only the will will be for the gods ...
Crystal font ... But only everything is drowning in the fog.
Sing, Mirddin-minstrel, about what will become of us next ...