Текст песни Woodscream - Исток Девяти Миров

Music: Alexander Klimov, Anastasia Guseva
Text: Olga Kovalevskaya

Silent fury your voice
Mighty Elivagar,
Thrown over a chain on your hand
An invisible enemy,
Streams your unruly waters
Interrupted perennial running,
Barren plain stretched the ice
In place of the great rivers.

Dressed in the north of the abyss armor winters
But Grim tame the storm,
Marked the beginning of centuries of good,
The source of the nine worlds.
In the land of fierce cold and white,
In the limit of white snow
Brutal jötunn born
But the hour is coming of the gods ...

And Midgard arise among rains
And he will be fine,
And the glory of his brave children
It does not vanish in the dark ages,
And Alvheym fire gold Chambers
Decorate expanse of the heavens,
And hammers dwarfs zastuchat
In the deep caves of the mountains,
And ash, washed by the dew of Urd,
Shielding leaves worlds
In the twelve thrones of princes ascend ...
But until then north
Forgotten in the ice alone sleep,
The century is unknown account
Only a blizzard knows a song about
What was and what is to come.