Morkets Skoger - Troll

Reis deg fra asken igjen

Og kle deg nok engang i dødens kappe

Trekk gruen frem og la hatet spire og gro

Hor i kveld skal det festes på kristenmanns blod

Som en vakker forvridd illusjon av livets dystre vei

En sakte men sikker ferd mot dødens land er alt som venter deg

Tåpens tårer gjor asken til gjorme

I trollets mørke skoger

Farer du ei trygt

For bak hver minste gren

Der lurer det noe stygt

Som en vakker forvridd illusjon av livets dystre vei

En sakte men sikker ferd mot dødens land er alt som venter deg

Tåpens tårer gjor asken til gjorme

I trollets mørke skoger

Farer du ei trygt

For bak hver minste gren

Der lurer det noe stygt

Frykten er for stor for den som går rundt og tror

Vær den du er holdent og helt ikke stykkevis og delt

Get up from the ashes again

And dress once more in the cloak of death

Pull the horror forward and let the hatred germinate and grow

Whore tonight it shall be fastened on the blood of a Christian

Like a beautiful distorted illusion of life's gloomy way

A slow but sure journey towards the land of death is all that awaits you

The tears of foolishness make the ashes gurgle

In the dark forests of the troll

Do you go safely

For behind every smallest branch

Something ugly is lurking there

Like a beautiful distorted illusion of life's gloomy way

A slow but sure journey towards the land of death is all that awaits you

The tears of foolishness make the ashes gurgle

In the dark forests of the troll

Do you go safely

For behind every smallest branch

Something ugly is lurking there

The fear is too great for the one who walks around and believes

Be the one you are team and not completely piecemeal and divided