Mare - Tulus

lldrømt og angstfylt sovende

I tanker om varg fra skovene

Kulde, klamt i fuktig bedd

Illdrømt i angst og tunge pledd.

Hun presser seg inn gjennom revner i veden,

et pust gjennom trekkfull vegg.

På huk over hjertet ditt frigir hun vreden

og tvinger seg på deg som illsint klegg.

Hun sender deg lukt inn i maredrøm

Hun gir deg en fossende redselstrøm

Din streven og fekten ved Hennes visitt

hjelper deg lite mot Marens ritt.

Hun rir deg til tårer og kaldsvette pust

Hun strammer sitt klamme tak.

Du puster i Maredrøm grønnirr og rust

og ønsker deg oppvakt og vak.

Det rister og banker, du ønsker deg våken,

ønsker deg vekk fra den kvelende tåken.

Når du rives fra drømmen, omtåket, øren,

er Maren forsvunnet som varme ut døren.

lldrommet and anxious sleeper

In thoughts of wolves from the forests

Cold, clammy in damp bed

Dreamed in anxiety and heavy blankets.

She pushes herself in through cracks in the wood,

a breath through draughty wall.

Squatting over your heart, she releases the anger

and forces itself on you like an evil klegg.

She sends you smells into nightmares

She gives you a rushing stream of fear

Your striving and effect at Her visit

helps you little against Maren's rides.

She rides you to tears and cold sweaty breath

She tightens her clammy roof.

You breathe in Maredrøm greenworm and rust

and wish you awake and awake.

It shakes and knocks, you want to be awake,

wants you away from the suffocating fog.

When you are torn from the dream, the fog, the ear,

Maren has disappeared as heat out the door.