Gjallarhorn Probudzhennja / Awakening 1. На сходах до чертогу мертвих (On the Stairs to the Hall of the Dead) Вовки вітрил торкаються гілок, Якими пожирач дерев ласує. Форньотові сини, додайте йому сил, Хай вбивця Хальва голод свій втамує. Хай швидше підкрадається його тепло, Хай пригорнуть мене його долоні. Обличчя дивиться туди, де гір чертог, Обличчя з посмішкою, а не в смертнім стоні. Я вмиюся убивцею дерев, І одяг Сьорлі іскрами умию. Від жару ран вогонь знов заблищить І Відура ковпак я блиском вкрию. До бурі криги листя човну бойового Я знов готовий, й з гордістю прийду На поле те, де кленів бойовища У непогоді Грімніра знайду. Із медом ріг я підійму, коли скінчиться бій, Коли настане для застілля час. І пролунає "Свідріре, дай перемогу тим, Кого немає ще посеред нас!" 2. Intro 3. Winterdemons Snows cover the lands — invisible clear ground Among the dark woods their whisper is heard Snow clouds flow from the north – invisible clear sky Their eyes sparkling far, like not burnt down bonfire Blizzard covers woods and fields — white shroud Sweeps of their wings are heard Trees cracking under the rush of winds — cold creak Their step is heard on the snow They are already there — their presence is evident Their shadows gleaming among the misty mountains Their voices – howling of winds Their lands are there, where Aurora Borealis flashing Winter still colder and colder… They are still closer and closer… Their step is already heard at your door Their eyes sparkling in the windows Their whisper percolating through the walls Their breathing and sweeps of wings blowing out the candles Winterdemons Demons of the northern winds Winterdemons Fly on the frozen wings Children of the north Children of the winter Messengers of the northern winds Messengers of the Winternight Manifestations of the Nature — Winterdemons 4. Winternight In the depth of the Winternight I see flickers of the true world In hope to hear the singing of the spirits I’m standing in the Twilight Forest, swathed with snow, for hours My thoughts rise up When I stand on the ground covered by the white frost I’m waiting for the Midwinter For the time, when the edge between the dimensions is so frail Having got the hand through the air You can sense its waving Drowned hands in the waves You can feel breathing of the spirits It’s snowing harder and harder The strings between the worlds are stronger You may just hold them To feel the truth of what is happening To realize the fault of the world in whole measure To throw away senseless human prejudices Oh, mighty Winternight Take me to your embrace It’s hard to see the surrounding reality Oh, Night of the raging winds Help the others to open the eyes, to rise from the knees Give me the power to take up the blade of frosty flame For the fight with trust of one 5. Outro