Текст песни Ториэль - Охота

Hunting

You hear, I am prowling through the forest,
Filtering air through the nose
Evil yellow-eyed demon -
The beast of the interstellar void?

They ate in fear,
Gullies are creaking
Funeral roundabout
Spin the zodiacs.

The leaves rustle under the paw,
Become dead ashes.
What can you do
With this crazy fear?

Rush between the faceless trunks,
Falling and roguish. -
In the hoppy and wild race
I don’t know equal myself.

The roots will cling to the legs
The whip branches will be shot ...
Waiting for the gentle
Descent into the dungeons of Death.

Do not freeze at the edge:
There is no way back.
Know it doesn't bloom here
Eternity, the lot of the few.

You smell my breath
Hot fetid wave?
The universe is writhing
The sky will fill with a groan.

The lights in the swamp are dancing
The forest changed shape ...
This is the end of the hunt.
You were good game.