Old Man's Child — Manet Sorgfull Igjennom Skogen song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Manet Sorgfull Igjennom Skogen" by Old Man's Child.
Lyrics
Trer faller som tungt hstregn,
i et kaldt desemberlandskap.
Trer for min stolthet og min verdighet.
P min ferd inn i ensomheten,
inn i skogens mrke.
Til mine sorgers opphav jeg gr,
i skam.
Jeg fylles av satans makter,
og en dyster harmfull fred.
Et kall fra hans land,
jeg skal synke i ddens vann,
og fare med strmmene mot ddens land.
Hun slikker mine kinn,
mens dden lokker kan jeg skimte hans rike.
Triste yne og spake stemmer,
flg min dragning mot gravens kalde mrke.
Trer faller som tungt hstregn,
i et kaldt desemberlandskap.
Trer for min stolthet og min verdighet.
S i mrket skal vi atter reises for krig mot lyset,
vi skal herje, jagende vrt bytte.
Som en storm skal vi rive i filler hans rike,
under mrkets klinge skal vi d.
I en tapper krig,
jeg skal d.
Aldri stride mere,
kom drikk mine trer.
Og mot din grotte vandre.
I din grotte vi skal r.
P min ferd inn i ensomheten,
inn imot skogens mrke.
Til mine sorgers opphav jeg gr,
med hat.
Hun fuktet mine lepper,
mens dden lokker har jeg ndd ditt rike.
Triste yne og spake stemmer,
flg min dragning mot gravens kalde mrke.
Music by: Grusom
Vocal by: Grusom
Backing vocal: Tjodalv
Lyric by: Brynjard Tristan 1994
upped by: _BlackWizard_ from #hah on DALnet
Lyrics translation
Tree falls as heavy rain,
in a cold December landscape.
Enters for my pride and my dignity.
P My Journey into loneliness,
into the forest mrke.
To the rise of my sorrows I gr,
in disgrace.
I am filled with the powers of Satan,
and a gloomy harmful peace.
A call from his country,
I shall sink in the waters of the dden,
and danger with the strmms against the land of the ddens.
She licks my cheeks,
while dden beckons I can make out his kingdom.
Sad yne and lever voices,
follow my attraction towards the grave cold mrke.
Tree falls as heavy rain,
in a cold December landscape.
Enters for my pride and my dignity.
S in mrket we shall again be raised for war against the light,
we shall ravage, chasing vrt prey.
As a storm we shall tear to shreds his kingdom,
under mrket's blade we shall d.
In a valiant war,
I'll d.
Never quarrel anymore,
come drink my enters.
And against your grotto wander.
In your grotto we shall r.
P My Journey into loneliness,
Inn against Forest mrke.
To the rise of my sorrows I gr,
with hatred.
She moistened my lips,
while dden beckons I have ndd your kingdom.
Sad yne and lever voices,
follow my attraction towards the grave cold mrke.
Music by: cruel
Vocal city: cruel
Backing vocal: Tjodalv
Lyric by: Brynjard Tristan 1994
upped by: _BlackWizard_ from #hah on DALnet