Draug - Tulus

Det risler i bølgene,

skriker fra land.

Fastspent i remmer

på purpur og vann

nektes du smertelig å leve,

knytter du hardt i en neve.

Det lyser i øyne,

brenner i regn.

Du dynkes i flammer

og sjellige tegn.

Den holder deg hatefullt under,

Draugen med tenner som hunder.

Det siste liv svinner

fra blodfylt blikk.

Et Ess slår en Konge

i siste stikk.

Den lar deg forsiktig forsvinne,

lar elven i dødstaushet rinne.

It ripples in the waves,

screaming from land.

Fastened in straps

on purple and water

are you painfully denied to live,

you clench tightly in a fist.

It shines in the eyes,

burning in the rain.

You are soaked in flames

and sacred signs.

It hates you hatefully,

Draugen with teeth like dogs.

The last life is fading

from blood-filled gaze.

An Ace strikes a King

in the last stitch.

It allows you to gently disappear,

let the river flow in dead silence.