Dimmu Borgir - Raabjorn Speiler Praugheimen Skodde | Текст песни

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• Raabjorn Speiler Praugheimen Skodde

Langt...der borte i morket
Gjennom tretopper der manelys driver
Langt...der borte i all take
Inn gjennom min sjel den sorte angst river

Pa de mosegrodde steiner de seg viser
Nar nattemorket har senket seg over
Ekkoene...fra deres grufulle jamring
Endelost...du kan hore

I horisonten langt vekk
Skimtes den sigende skodde
Horder av ild rider manelyset i flokk
Ved daggry de samles ved en bortgjemt odde

Den iskalde snoen
Har kommet
Denne gang
I evig fokk
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Long...there away in darkness
Through treetops there moonlight shines
Long...there away in all mist
Inside my soul the black anxiety tears
On the moss-grown stones they show themselves
When night-darkness has fallen
Echoes...from their horror-full moanings
Endless...you can hear
In the horizon far away
Is glimpsed the talking mist
Hordes of fire ride in a flock
By daybreak they gather by a hidden-away headland
The ice-cold snow
Has come
This time
In everlasting snowfall