Текст песни Grima - The Shephards Of Mountains and Plains

The beginning is waiting for his end,
The black stone always lies in place with his
And we hang on the edge of the void
And wait when the last leaf is broken.
About the red forest, my grave and cradle,
Where the shadows nest
And faded black blades.
I will not give anything
The swamps will flirt.
My throne is high and cold as ice.
We are shepherds mountains and plays,
We grate into the distance in green skills.