Written in the waters...



[voice of the dead:]

"Our shadows seep into the dusk

like cranes that melt into the pool;

a black lake in which they descend

pale ghosts caress the Nidstång in the dark

its face scarred by the ages,

its curse sent with heathen breath

to poison the waters of the black lake

We are...we are the faces below the ripples

A deep sorrow travelled through the woods

And found a home in our humble grave"



[voice of the Niðstång:]

"I've sent this peril...

To the world; this peril shall spread all sorrows

And you are but gods

watching from below at the base of the totem

in the black temple of the Earth

I am...I am the silence inside the tomb

You created the stars

and gave birth to all the heavens;

the darkness of space and time

So go...go to the nightside end below"



Where have all the noble cranes gone?

Where have all the stags disappeared to?

Piled below in the tomb of this burdened pool

a curse to those who corrupt these sacred woods

a curse to those who taste this solemn water



No unhallowed breath shall seal a fate before me

Join the drowned in the silence of the black lake's womb

Accursed...written in the waters...