Månegarm — Nattsjäl, drömsjäl song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Nattsjäl, drömsjäl" by Månegarm.
Lyrics
Nattens mara väser, famnar dig i sömn,
vaggar stilla ro i sinnets land.
Sveper ned mot djupen, i drömmarnas hav,
skändar och vrider, tanke och tal.
Grå ögen av vanvett, stirrandes utan ro,
gnisslande käftar gnager i själens märg.
Som blod ur aska, driver hon förbi,
genom gånggriftars ro, från bergens djup.
Den bleka drottning över mardrömmarnas kval,
vallar sina själar till vansinnets grav…
Nattsjäl, nattsjäl, drömsjäl, stormande gast.
På en springare utav kval, rider hon dig… i natt.
Under grenar smala, i rötters vindlande snår,
vadar fram i mörker, mot marans eviga hav.
Den bleka drottning över mardrömmarnas kval,
vallar sina själar till vansinnets grav…
Nattsjäl, nattsjäl, drömsjäl, stormande gast.
På en springare utav kval, rider hon dig… i natt.
I kaosets eviga flod, ur nattvindars djup.
I nattens tysta timmar, under marans kalla hand,
formas våra drömmar om livets slut.
Nattsjäl, drömsjäl, evigt stormande gast.
Nattens mara väser, famnar dig i sömn,
vaggar stilla ro i sinnets land.
Grå ögon av vanvett, stirrandes utan ro,
gnisslande käftar gnager i själens märg.
The nightmare hisses, embraces you in slumber,
cradling calm and peace in the land of the mind.
Sweeps down towards the depths, in the sea of dreams,
violates and twists, thought and speech.
Grey eyes of madness, staring without rest,
grinding jaws gnaw into the marrow of the soul.
Like blood out of ashes, she drifts by,
through the peace of tombs,
from the deep of the mountains.
The pale queen of the sufferings of nightmares,
herds her souls to the grave of madness…
Nightsoul, nightsoul, dreamsoul, storming ghost.
On a steed of suffering, she rides you… tonight.
Underneath narrow branches,
in the twisting thicket of roots,
wading through the darkness,
to the eternal sea of nightmare.
In the eternal river of chaos,
from the depths of nightwinds,
In the silent hours of the night,
under the cold hand of the nightmare.
Our dreams take shape, dreams of the end.
Nightsoul, dreamsoul, forever storming ghost.
The nightmare hisses, embraces you in slumber,
cradling calm and peace in the land of the mind.
Grey eyes of madness, staring without rest,
grinding jaws gnaw, into the marrow of the soul.
Lyrics translation
The mara of the night hisses, gropes you in sleep,
cradles quiet peace in the land of the mind.
Sweeping down towards the depths, in the sea of dreams,
quarrels and twists, thought and speech.
Gray eyes of madness, staring without peace,
gnawing jaws gnaw in the marrow of the soul.
Like blood from ashes, she drives past,
through the peace of the gauntlets, from the depths of the mountains.
The pale Queen over the anguish of nightmares,
dykes their souls to madness grave…
Night Soul, Night soul, dream soul, storming gas.
On a steed out of agony, she rides you i Tonight.
Under branches narrow, in the winding thickets of roots,
wading in darkness toward the eternal sea of Maran.
The pale Queen over the anguish of nightmares,
dykes their souls to madness grave…
Night Soul, Night soul, dream soul, storming gas.
On a steed out of agony, she rides you i Tonight.
In the eternal river of chaos, out of the depths of the night winds.
In the Quiet Hours of the night, under the Cold hand of Maran,
formed our dreams of the end of life.
Night soul, dream soul, eternally storming gas.
The mara of the night hisses, gropes you in sleep,
cradles quiet peace in the land of the mind.
Gray eyes of madness, staring without peace,
gnawing jaws gnaw in the marrow of the soul.
The nightmare hisses, embraces you in slumber,
cradling calm and peace in the land of the mind.
Sweeps down towards the depths, in the sea of dreams,
violates and twists, thought and speech.
Grey eyes of madness, staring without rest,
grinding jaws gnaw into the marrow of the soul.
Like blood out of ashes, she drifts by,
through the peace of tombs,
from the deep of the mountains.
The pale queen of the sufferings of nightmares,
herds her souls to the grave of madness…
Nightsoul, nightsoul, dreamsoul, storming ghost.
On a steed of suffering, she rides you... tonight.
Underneath narrow branches,
the twisting thicket of roots,
wading through the darkness,
to the eternal sea of nightmare.
In the eternal river of chaos,
from the depths of nightwinds,
In the silent hours of the night,
under the cold hand of the nightmare.
Our dreams take shape, dreams of the end.
Nightsoul, dreamsoul, forever storming ghost.
The nightmare hisses, embraces you in slumber,
cradling calm and peace in the land of the mind.
Grey eyes of madness, staring without rest,
grinding jaws gnaw, into the marrow of the soul.