Ophthalamia / The Eternal Walk, Pt III - Ophthalamia

Lingt, lingt nere I bergets svarta djupa salar

Der de morka skuggorna tysta smyger och vesande talar

Der trollmor slickar sina blodiga h+nder

Der I vattnet han ventar som en tuva med ogon som brender

Du hans krafter ej beger kenner;

synd or skam

For nu kryper den gri doden ur sitt gomstelle fram

I vattnet si svart han som ett dott tred flyter

Han fram ur sin hila endast kommer n+r dagen tryter

Var forsiktig du vandrare

for linga knotiga fingrar dig annars tar

I den porlande b+cken han som nattens kung far

Ett litet steg fel och du hos Gri doden hammar

Med d-dens grepp han dig mer en gerna omfammar

O+ndliga skogar I morkret sig sprida

I Ophthalamias Satans natt du skall lida

Dunkla skuggor treden over dig kastar

Bli ej forford av nattens onda gastar

Efter denna natt solen for digej lysa mer

Han skall dra dig I det bottenlosa djupet ner

Natten bloder svart mine dess oga er

Lingt bort I fjerran och her dig alldeles ner

Viskande, vesande, manande han dig befalla

Lengre och lengre ut I natten den kalla

Noglur bitir rifa dig sundur, poka grar pig vil faxma

Augu leita, nefi vixra,

bixdu fyrir lifnu xinu, xig hlifa hann ekki

Gi vidare och lyssna icke till de dodas drenkta grit

Ingen klara sig ur Gri doden grepp si vit

Svarta djevlarde skratta I natten

De leva som han I detta onda doda vatten

Med sitt linga toviga hir han dig kommer att strypa

Infor denna urminnes skepnad in skall komma att krypa

Akta sig noga for denna gri satan, for dig han vill ha

Om onda ogon du I morkret ser,

vend annars dig han skall ta

Tre minar roat hans dystra dodslek nakttar

Han mingen ging verre er,

en dolken som I dit hjerta skar

Om din vandring du vill fortsetta lysna di till mitt ord

Fortsiktig genom skogen dig ta, leta sedan efter din hjord

Fjallin hi ber vix himmin svartur dalur djupir augna yndi

er xax sem fagur er enir gildra er, svo varaxu xig einir

dokkur myrkrix skuggi reisa sig yfir heiminn

Long, far down In the mountain's black deep halls

Where the dark shadows quietly sneak and hiss speak

Where witches lick their bloody hands

There In the water he waits like a tuft with eyes burning

Thou knowest not the powers of his cup;

sin or shame

For now the gray death crawls out of its mouthpiece

In the water he says black as a dot tree floats

He emerges from his hila only when the day is over

Be careful you hikers

for linga gnarled fingers you otherwise take

In the rippling b + cken he as the king of the night father

A small step wrong and you at Gri doden hammer

With d-dens grip he he more than gladly embraces you

Endless forests In the darkness spread

In Ophthalamia's night of Satan you will suffer

Dark shadows cast the step above you

Do not be preoccupied with the evil guests of the night

After this night the sun for digej shine more

He will pull you into the bottomless pit

The night bleeds black mine its oga is

Far away In the distance and here you are right down

Whispering, hissing, he urges you to command

Farther and farther out into the night the cold

A few bites tear you apart, a bag of gray pig wants to fax you

Eyes search, nose vixra,

bixdu for the living xinu, xig not spare him

Pass on and do not listen to the drowning grit of the dead

No one escaped Gri's death grip white

Black devils laugh at night

They live as he In this evil dead water

With his slightly tufted hair, he will strangle you

In front of this primeval figure will creep in

Beware of this gri satan, for you he wants

About the evil eyes you see in the dark,

otherwise turn to him he shall take

Three miners roared his gloomy death game nights

He mingen went worse is,

a dagger that you cut into your heart

If your hiking you want to continue listen to my word

Carefully through the woods you take, then look for your herd

The mountain hi bears vix the sky black valley deep eyes delight

is xax as beautiful is no trap is, so varaxu xig only

dock myrkrix shadow rise above the world