Ur Själslig Död - Månegarm

Eldens starka ljus bränner i mina ögon

Likt törnets sting en gång bränt

Svett täcker en trött och sargad kropp

Tomhet fyller ett skändat sinne … en själ itu

Likt tusen år i dödens kalla sömn

Vänder jag åter ur … själslig död

Ett valv av löv ovan trädens stam

Denna plats för mig så bekant

Likt den pelarsal i norr

Som jag lämnade en gång

Likt tusen år i dödens kalla sömn

Vänder jag åter ur … själslig död

Ur själslig död!

Svaga bilder av drömmar

Vindlande djup, dunkla ord

Vansinnets sömn

Som förgiftad återigen …

«Minns min röst, du son av Norden …

En gång stungen av törnets tand

Dömt var blodet, dömd var själen;

Du kom till mig i vargtörnets namn.»

En mörk skepnad bortom eldens sken

Stilla vakande i sin vargahamn

Efter sin långa hemfärd

Den gamle var åter här igen …

Likt tusen år i dödens kalla sömn

Vänder jag åter ur … själslig död

(Translate to English:)

The bright light of the fire burns my eyes

Like the sting of the thorn once burned

Sweat covers a lacerated and tired body

Emptiness fills a desecrated mind, a soul torn in two…

Like a thousand years, in the cold sleep of death

I return from… Soul Death

A vault of leaves above the tree trunks

This place, so well-known to me

Like the pillared hall of the North

That I once left

Like a thousand years, in the cold sleep of death

I return from… Soul Death

Vague images of dreams

Winding depths, obscure words

The sleep of insanity

As if poisoned once again…

Do you remember my voice, you son of the North…

Once stung by the thorn’s tooth

Doomed was the blood, doomed was the soul…

You came to me in the name of the wolf thorn

A dark phantom beyond the light of the fire

Quietly watching in its wolf guise

After his long journey home

The Old One was here once more

Like a thousand years, in the cold sleep of death

I return from… Soul Death

The strong light of the fire burns in my eyes

Like the sting of the thorn once burned

Sweat covers a tired and scarred body

Emptiness fills a disgraced mind… a soul

Like a thousand years in the cold sleep of death

I turn back from död spiritual death

An arch of leaves above the trunk of the trees

This place is so familiar to me

Like the pillar hall in the north

Which I once left

Like a thousand years in the cold sleep of death

I turn back from död spiritual death

From spiritual death!

Weak images of dreams

Winding deep, obscure words

Insane sleep

Like poisoned again…

«Remember my voice, you son of the Nordics…

Once stung by the thorn's tooth

The blood was judged, the soul was judged;

You came to me in the name of the wolf thorn. "

A dark figure beyond the glow of fire

Quietly awake in its wolf harbor

After his long journey home

The old man was here again…

Like a thousand years in the cold sleep of death

I turn back from död spiritual death

(Translate to English :)

The bright light of the fire burns my eyes

Like the sting of the thorn once burned

Sweat covers a lacerated and tired body

Emptiness fills a desecrated mind, a soul torn in two…

Like a thousand years, in the cold sleep of death

I return from… Soul Death

A vault of leaves above the tree trunks

This place, so well-known to me

Like the pillared hall of the North

That I once left

Like a thousand years, in the cold sleep of death

I return from… Soul Death

Vague images of dreams

Winding depths, obscure words

The sleep of insanity

As if poisoned once again…

Do you remember my voice, you son of the North…

Once stung by the thorn’s tooth

Doomed was the blood, doomed was the soul…

You came to me in the name of the wolf thorn

A dark phantom beyond the light of the fire

Quietly watching in its wolf guise

After his long journey home

The Old One was here once more

Like a thousand years, in the cold sleep of death

I return from… Soul Death