Vintersorg — Skogen sover song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Skogen sover" by Vintersorg.

Lyrics

Så tystnar åskans aria, dess mullrande jeremiad
Och molnarméer böljar ned I en askgrå skenrökskavalkad
Som sveper in alla granars lemmar med sin aura, varligt
Dessa stilla väsens konturer prålar I ljusskiftningen saligt
Skogen sover!
Snärjd av skenrökens törst
Skogen sover!
Stilla, ödestung och suggestiv
Skogen sover!
Av varselgivare, störst
Skogen sover!
Ändå fylld av pulserande liv
Ljudlöst ligger landskapet, blott djurliv hörs lågmält andas
Vargars sövande klagotoner när kvällningen så randas
Måhända och den örnhamn som råder högt på ett fjäll
Och skuggar med väldiga vingar över den friliga skogens tjäll
Skogen sover!
Snärjd av skenrökens törst
Skogen sover!
Stilla, ödestung och suggestiv
Skogen sover!
Av varselgivare, störst
Skogen sover!
Vi kan endast dunkelt ana
Ugglornas spöklika läte
Som inseglar nattens bana
Från sitt månskensomgjutna högsäte
Se, där, yviga granars mörka hot
Likt svarta torn högt höjda
Över martallar med seg pelarrot
Vindbarkade och böjda
Skogen sover!
Snärjd av skenrökens törst
Skogen sover!
Stilla, ödestung och suggestiv
Skogen sover!
Av varselgivare, störst
Skogen sover!
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Lyrics translation

So the aria of the Thunder, its rumbling Jeremiah, silences
And cloud armies are rolling down into an ash-gray floodplain
Sweeping in the limbs of every granary with its aura, honestly
The contours of these still beings show off in the light shift blissfully
The forest is asleep!
Ensnared by the thirst of rail smoke
The forest is asleep!
Still, desolate and suggestive
The forest is asleep!
Of the notice givers, greatest
The forest is asleep!
Yet filled with vibrant life
Noiselessly lies the landscape, only wildlife is heard quietly breathing
Wolves sleeping lamentations when evening so randas
Perhaps and the Eagle Harbor that reigns high on a mountain
And shade with Mighty Wings Over the clear forest
The forest is asleep!
Ensnared by the thirst of rail smoke
The forest is asleep!
Still, desolate and suggestive
The forest is asleep!
Of the notice givers, greatest
The forest is asleep!
We can only imagine
The ghostly Call of owls
That seals the night's path
From its moonlit high seat
See, there, bushy granars dark hot
Like black towers high raised
Over martalls with tenacious coltsfoot
Wind barked and bent
The forest is asleep!
Ensnared by the thirst of rail smoke
The forest is asleep!
Still, desolate and suggestive
The forest is asleep!
Of the notice givers, greatest
The forest is asleep!
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