Slaktereika - Khold

Han sitter og venter p offer, visitt,

Sitter bak bleke ruter.

Han venter p ubudne, fremmede skritt,

Venter p nabofolk, futer.

Bakom str eika mot vinterbl mne

Som gjenvandret, sort monument.

Lemleste, utslette, henrette, hne,

Vandringsmann som bekjent.

Hengt etter bena med stltrd og hamp

I Slaktereika i brynet.

Den mrkegr kvelden, spor etter kamp,

Det ddsdmte, blodige synet.

Kuttet for bl,

Hengt for trke.

Dmt til d

I blendende mrke

Han mter deg stille ved grnet port

Med slakterkniv i morken slire.

Du vises med faste fakter bort,

Han preger og merker reviret.

Eika str sortmalt og evig,

Prydet med kropper og dd.

Stendig, uvisnelig, evig,

Kontraster mot rtnende kjd.

He sits and waits for sacrifice, visit,

Sits behind pale squares.

He waits for uninvited, strange steps,

Waiting for neighbors, futer.

Behind str eika towards winterbl mne

Like wandered, black monument.

Mutilate, annihilate, execute, hne,

Hiker as known.

Hang from the legs with steel wire and hemp

In Slaktereika in the brow.

The dark evening, traces of battle,

The doomed, bloody sight.

Cut for bl,

Hanged for drying.

Dmt to d

In dazzling darkness

He meets you quietly at the green gate

With butcher knife in the dark sheath.

You appear with fixed facts away,

He marks and marks the territory.

Oak is black painted and forever,

Adorned with bodies and dd.

Constant, inexplicable, eternal,

Contrasts against rotting meat.