Sunday, July 31, 2005

Transilvanian Hunger (6)

[EN ├ůS I DYPE SKOGEN]

.A HILL IN THE DEEP FOREST

A hatch stood open,

a rider appeared.
A cold mist had lain

upon the field.
Nine black horses

and nine armed men.
An eye stared furiously

down from a flag.

Silence fell,

as the company stopped,
They stopped in a circle

around the stone.
Silently they rode towards it,

and disappear when they arrived
For stones were a thought

filled with power.

Stars on a sky,

that never fall down.
Lightning in a night

that lasts forever.
A thousand cold winters,

with only chill and hatred.
There is no summer

without winter.

In an old forest,

where trolls and gnomes wandered,
There was a stone

that moved and came to life.
Nine armed men,

on nine grey proud horses,
Bore a flag upon

which the eye appeared.

Each night is a new darkness.
Each winter I freeze,
And yet never shall I cry,
For proud I did ride times behind

Out of the deep forest.

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