Whispering of the Dwarfs the echo breaks on the rocks Appearing from the Nebula of icy kingdoms From the glacier the winged Demonic with ice and fire War and blood sketch their borders Sleeping spirit sin the rocks melt into foggy moonlight In order to be here and there every night The Nebula falls down like a theatre curtain Showing the gates of diabolic delight Black snakes crawl in darkness of the night Bodies defeated by the Demonic delight Sleeping spirits wake up from their stony dream For the order of your soul Your hands penetrate your wild secret places The snowstorm rumbles in the forest of huge spruces breaking their trunks above the moon rises with gentle light From stony rocks winged Demons come out In the light of a lightning Thundering dance of the fire our Demons of the night desire Dreams come with the end of the night The witches bleed with fog Sleeping souls fall asleep Their dreams hidden in huge stones Every dream as mysterious as the midnight darkness Predatory speels on the lips of the Dwarfs