Phantom - Khold

Hjemskt av lys og morgenvind

Spinkel og hvitmalt pike

Som fugl uten vinger svever hun inn

Han fant aldri barneliket

Han kaster og krummer sin aldrende kropp

I mardrm fra stjernenetter

Han fant ikke pikens sjelslatte kropp

Han kaster seg, fryser og svetter

Han rives fra drmmen av barneskrik

Han vkner I venterkald angstjaget kye

Rett over sengen der svever hun hvit

Og stirrer ham rett inn I faderlig ye

Jaget av fortid, forfulgt av sitt blod

Beriket med rivende skrekk

Mne og nattevind, skoger og sno

Spor langs en istrukken bekk

Terrible of light and morning wind

Slim and white painted girl

Like a bird without wings, she soars in

He never found the body of a child

He throws and curves his aging body

In mardrm from starry nights

He did not find the girl's soulful body

He throws himself up, freezes and sweats

He is torn from the dream by the screams of children

He wakes up in the waiting cold anxious chase

Right above the bed there she hovers white

And stares him straight into Fatherly ye

The chase of the past, pursued by its blood

Enriched with tearing fear

Mne and night winds, forests and twists

Track along an icy stream