Текст песни Svaskalver - Месть

The shadows of the gloomy scores absorbed the night,
Spread in the scaren of birds from the branches away,
The wind in the forest spreads the bells ringing,
And the earth trembles, passing around under heavy horseshoe blows.

On this night, the witch burned down on the holy bonfire,
And now her killer sleeps in the monastery,
But the black horse, breaking the branches, jumps straight
Horseman handle sword compresses, violent without holding back

Frost runs on the skin,
and the inquisitor will turn
behind his back hearing fast steps
The sword will turn the last sigh,
And even the morning sun
Does not save from an uncomfortable hand

In the distance on the horizon the dawn will be warm
But in the Crimson from anger, there is no longer
The name of the young sorcerer will not forget those
Who peaks other people's fate, hiding behind the will of God on the cross

Skin ran frost,
and the inquisitor turned around
behind his back hearing fast steps
The sword cut the last sigh,
And even the morning sun
did not save from an uncomfortable hand