Текст песни Nargathrond - Пленя заблудшие огни

Mist eclipsed black pain

In light of the icy moons

Once again, your soul like an outcast

Stand on the threshold of winter

Captivated by stray lights

In the eyes of the senseless longing

Waiting for us to answer their fate

It is haunting sense of sweet misery

Hope void deaf

Waiting for the Virgin , to give himself

One that would take her a

In another realm of existence

A veil of sadness overshadowed

The thread of hope broke

Life chilling grief

Crimson tears shed

And the eyes shall see no sadness ,

Do not say the words to his fate

And , swaying in the darkness

It will go into oblivion