Текст песни Woodscream - Исток Девяти Миров

Music: Alexander Klimov, Anastasia Guseva
Text: Olga Kovalevskaya

Silent fury thy voice,
Mighty Elivagar,
Thrown over the chain on your hand
An invisible enemy,
Streams of your unruly waters
Interrupted the eternal running,
Barren plain stretched ice
At the site of the great rivers.

Dressed in chainmail north abyss winters
But Grim tame the storm,
Mark the beginning of centuries of good,
The source of the nine worlds.
In the land of fierce cold and white,
In the limit of white snow
Brutal Jötunn born
But nearing hour of the gods ...

And Midgard arise among rains
And he will be fine,
And the glory of his brave children
Does not vanish in the dark ages,
And Alvheym fire gold Chambers
Decorate the sky space,
And hammers dwarfs zastuchat
In the deep caves of the mountains,
And ash, washed by the dew, Urd,
Shielding foliage worlds
On twelve thrones of princes ascend ...
But until then north
Forgotten in the ice lonely bed,
Century is unknown account
Only blizzard knows a song about
What was and what is to come.