In the turf I lay with murderous fire
Under the moss among the mountain sand
Muddy and covered grips the shaft of the spear
Imbued with the power of primeval gods
Adorned and hidden with twig and lichen
I lift my body from the grave of the forest
When the prey approaches on the slope of the hill
No sound when I crawl towards the edge of the path
When the night ¥lnad of the forest made free
From shadows I rise with a scream of madness
Terror new freezes the enemy's voice
Then the spear crack, chew his breast
The scoundrels died, one by one
I hang their heads on the branch of the tree
Where they stare in amazement
in a glance at the shape of ash birds
On the hill I spread bones and guts
They now become food for the forest's worm
The earth now devours their power, their flame
So that theirs didn't dare come here anymore
Power now whisper in the autumn lion's whisper
When the steam of the blushing light rises
Then wander I down under the roots
Then the forest in freedom sings its song
[English translation:]
[Death Of The Wasters]
I laid on the peat in a murderous blaze
Under the moss, in the sands of the mountain
Muddied and covered, clutching on a spear's handle
Impregnated with the power of ancient gods
Bedecked and masked with branches and lichen
I raised my body from the grave of the forest
When the prey approaches the end of the ridge
No light as I crawl towards the edge of the path
When the ghost of the night is released from the forest
I'm raised from the forests with an insane scream
Horror paralyzes the voices of enemies
A spear bursts, impales his chest
Wasters are dying, one by one
I hang their heads on the trees' branches
They gaze there full of consternation
Regret in their look in form of carrion birds
I spread the limbs and intestines on the tiles
They become meal for the forest's beast
The earth absorbs their power, their flame
So that their kin won't dare to enter there anymore
Might is whispering in the fallen leaven
When the groves are steaming in the reddened light
I wander down under the roots' path
The forest sings its song in freedom