Вовки вітрил торкаються гілок,
Якими пожирач дерев ласує.
Форньотові сини, додайте йому сил,
Хай вбивця Хальва голод свій втамує.

Хай швидше підкрадається його тепло,
Хай пригорнуть мене його долоні.
Обличчя дивиться туди, де гір чертог,
Обличчя з посмішкою, а не в смертнім стоні.

Я вмиюся убивцею дерев,
І одяг Сьорлі іскрами умию.
Від жару ран вогонь знов заблищить
І Відура ковпак я блиском вкрию.

До бурі криги листя човну бойового
Я знов готовий, й з гордістю прийду
На поле те, де кленів бойовища
У непогоді Грімніра знайду.

Із медом ріг я підійму, коли скінчиться бій,
Коли настане для застілля час.
І пролунає "Свідріре, дай перемогу тим,
Кого немає ще посеред нас!"

Snows cover the lands — invisible clear ground
Among the dark woods their whisper is heard
Snow clouds flow from the north – invisible clear sky
Their eyes sparkling far, like not burnt down bonfire

Blizzard covers woods and fields — white shroud
Sweeps of their wings are heard
Trees cracking under the rush of winds — cold creak
Their step is heard on the snow

They are already there — their presence is evident
Their shadows gleaming among the misty mountains
Their voices – howling of winds
Their lands are there, where Aurora Borealis flashing

Winter still colder and colder…
They are still closer and closer…

Their step is already heard at your door
Their eyes sparkling in the windows
Their whisper percolating through the walls
Their breathing and sweeps of wings blowing out the candles

Winterdemons
Demons of the northern winds
Winterdemons
Fly on the frozen wings

Children of the north
Children of the winter
Messengers of the northern winds
Messengers of the Winternight
Manifestations of the Nature — Winterdemons

In the depth of the Winternight
I see flickers of the true world
In hope to hear the singing of the spirits
I’m standing in the Twilight Forest, swathed with snow, for hours

My thoughts rise up
When I stand on the ground covered by the white frost
I’m waiting for the Midwinter
For the time, when the edge between the dimensions is so frail

Having got the hand through the air
You can sense its waving
Drowned hands in the waves
You can feel breathing of the spirits

It’s snowing harder and harder
The strings between the worlds are stronger
You may just hold them
To feel the truth of what is happening
To realize the fault of the world in whole measure
To throw away senseless human prejudices

Oh, mighty Winternight
Take me to your embrace
It’s hard to see the surrounding reality
Oh, Night of the raging winds
Help the others to open the eyes, to rise from the knees
Give me the power to take up the blade of frosty flame
For the fight with trust of one

In the depths of the mind hides before beginning wisdom
But the cage of progress does not allow it break away
You should choose overgrown path
To open the Gates of Ignorance

And there are no help ones among the people
But you are not alone in this world
Ask the woods
Ask the waters, the winds, the land, the shining flame
Ask the gods of the Paganland
Where to search the way,
Following to the Twilight Forest

There, in it's depth search for the bridge of pure energy
The bridge of wisdom, taking to the depths of your mind from the origin of One-eyed god's advisor

Open your eyes, drink the gulp
Breath in, perhaps, at first time
Feel the power of the woodlands
These are your lands too

There is the edge of modernity
There is your Key to the Gates

Standing at the mountainhighs
I feel the breathing of the winds
I see the clouds, flowing in welkin
Crying sunset - I hear this sound

The Sun is gone in the valley
Rays hide behind the mountains
The Moon has risen, but where is light
In the darkness of the night?

In the darkest place, in the deepest abyss
You don't know what you see there
Live horror, grim nightmare
All what you believe in

Black, black nightmare
Crying sunset, welkin in blood
You walk on the path of the hordes
That burnt the hope in our hearts

Old woods, keeping the knowledge
Clear lakes, the eyes of our souls
You see them, crying in Land of Forgotten
Covered by sea of snow

Pure winds of the past
Dark of todays
Uncertainty of future
Stream of the time in the mist of reality
The book of history is still full of pages
Sheets blacken one by one
But pages of not came times are pure
Pure, like winds of the past

Pure winds of the past blow
Over the cold mountains
I feel it...
I feel changes...

Again above the field the bird of war circles
By directing one's eyes to overgrown ground
Raven - dark wanderer, seeker of dartstorm, what you see below?
Whether tribute will return to you today?
The battles of the past ages have abated for a long time
Where all those who appreciated not only life?
Where the true servants of the old gods?
Long ago the field has turned in wasteland, has forgot the thunder of Odin's weather
Only raven have patience to wait for his hour

Again above the field the bird of war circles
By directing one's eyes to overgrown ground
Raven - lonely wanderer, only you still remember old times,
Wait for returning of pagan konungs and kings
Your circles become wider, and flight - higher
But you are still here

Above the field the bird of war circles
By directing one's eyes to overgrown ground
Munin, how long to wait? Is it worth waiting?...
(Munin:) — It is worth waiting

Again above the field the bird of war circles
By directing one's eyes to overgrown ground
Raven - dark wanderer, seeker of dartstorm, what you see below?
Whether tribute will return to you today?
The battles of the past ages have abated for a long time
Where all those who appreciated not only life?
Where the true servants of the old gods?
Long ago the field has turned in wasteland, has forgot the thunder of Odin's weather
Only raven have patience to wait for his hour

Again above the field the bird of war circles
By directing one's eyes to overgrown ground
Raven - lonely wanderer, only you still remember old times,
Wait for returning of pagan konungs and kings
Your circles become wider, and flight - higher
But you are still here

Above the field the bird of war circles
By directing one's eyes to overgrown ground
Munin, how long to wait? Is it worth waiting?...
(Munin:) — It is worth waiting

Dense twilight forest spreaded the branches around
Rare rays of the Sun touch the fallen foliage on the ground
I enter into him by discarding any fear
This forest is gloomy and unfriendly for others, but not for me
He keeps in the thickets the ancient magic

I want to hear the whisper of the forest
I want to see the creatures in his deeps
The voices of ancients reach from wastelands and woods
They call me to the altar in the circle of the trees

Dense twilight forest spreaded the branches around
The Moon lights the hidden path on the ground

Ancient times

This is the forest of ancient times
I dream about their return
And many want to come with me but
They don't trust to way in their minds