Текст песни Orchis - He Walks In Winter

The Sky is swollen
The Earth awash with tears
The Wind is rising like a Serpent
And in the wildness
Now hear the bone-horn wind
The trees are dancing for the Erl-King

The hounds are belling
Let loose the trace and traps
Let loose the silver on the bridle
And in the valley
Faintly and far away
Slow twisting tension begins building

The hunt is closing
The horn winds clear and true
A hart is bursting through the forest
And in his footfall
Eyes dark with prophecy
The spectral hunters claim the season

Amid the tumult
The white cascading roar
The stone that echoes under iron
The Earth runs blackened
Beneath the hunters moon
The blasted oak tree bearing witness

He walks in winter...