Nattpyre - Khold

Som pust gjennom kulde mot vake sanser

En trekk over trekledd golv

En nattpyre vkner og hveser og danser

Hun har varmen I sin vold

Ild I trre kvinnehender

Rde flammer til en brann

Pyren skriker, flammen tenner

Sprer seg fra en sprukken hand

Pyren forsvinner fra lyset og varmen

Som spinkel, stvgr skygge

Pyren er fryd, hysteriet og harmen

Gir Underjord re og hygge

Pyren har varslet den ondskap hun frte

Den smerte hun har voldt

Tilbake str intet av det hun berrte

Med flammene som hun holdt

Like breathing through cold against awake senses

A cover over wood-covered floors

A night owl wakes up and hisses and dances

She has the heat In her violence

Fire In dry women's hands

Red flames to a fire

The pyrene screams, the flame ignites

Spreads from a cracked hand

The pyrene disappears from the light and heat

As slender, stvgr shade

The Pyrenees are joy, hysteria and resentment

Provides Underground re and coziness

Pyren has warned of the evil she has done

The pain she has caused

Nothing is left of what she touched

With the flames she kept