Whispering of the Dwarfs the echo breaks on the rocks
Appearing from the Nebula of icy kingdoms
From the glacier the winged Demonic with ice and fire
War and blood sketch their borders
Sleeping spirit sin the rocks melt into foggy moonlight
In order to be here and there every night
The Nebula falls down like a theatre curtain
Showing the gates of diabolic delight
Black snakes crawl in darkness of the night
Bodies defeated by the Demonic delight
Sleeping spirits wake up from their stony dream
For the order of your soul 
Your hands penetrate your wild secret places
The [bad word] in the forest of huge [bad word] breaking their [bad word] above the moon rises with gentle light
From stony rocks winged [bad word] out
In the light of a lightning
Thundering dance of the fire our Demons of the night desire [bad word] with the end of the night
The witches bleed with fog
Sleeping souls fall asleep
Their dreams hidden in huge stones
Every dream as mysterious as the midnight darkness
Predatory speels on the lips of the Dwarfs