HEATHENESSE

Ghost of the night is beckoning me
To the mist of enchanted wood.
Trees are whispering to me
And breaking up my solitude.
Twilights are devouring me
(I shall never see the dawn!),
Wounds are moaning in extasy,
All my deeds is still undone.

#Something strange is moving in my soul,
Covering it by seed of darkness
And heavy melancholy.
My thoughts are drifting away
To the places where I've been...
Or never seen
Even in my darkest dreams.#

I was conceived in orm-garth
On (the) shield of warrior.
Snakes was bitting me and my
Blood had turned to poison.
By the will of holy Norns
I'm an eternal wanderer.
I [bad word] of my horse
To the roots of Yggdrassil.

#Oh, I haven't been there for long time.
Heathenesse - the land of serenity and rest.
Hiden by twilight, dressed by the forests,
Created from Ymir's brawn.#