Translation of the song lyrics Frekastein - Månegarm

Frekastein (original)

Mot natten blickar jag upp
Slagen driven till marken
Svindlande tankar rusar kring
Omtöcknad fylld av förbittring…
Förbittring… Förbittring…
Blodet river I mina vener
Min själ bestulen
Urdriven min broderhälft
Hör nattens barn…
Hör nattens barn… Hör nattens barn…
Nattens barn gråter, en fallen far
Sorg blir till vrede;
kallt regn faller
Dövar min smärta, ger mig kraft åter
Minner mig om nidingars dåd
Fångad I elden, ingen väg ut
Huggen och slagen, av runor bunden
Binder min själ, min vargbroder
Själ utan kropp, kropp utan själ
Ristade runor, gråbens sinne håller
Bojad, bunden med blodröd järntagg
Ristade runor, gråbens sinne håller
Bojad, bunden med blodröd järntagg
Ristade runor, gråbens sinne håller
Bojad, bunden med blodröd järntagg
Svärtat blod I andras ögon
Fulländning av själen genom blod
Avlad ur vargtörnets sting
Under nattens drömmar
Ett tomrum fyllt
En tvillingsjäl till mig bunden
Tiden kommer då jag åter är hel
Då jag åter härskar natten
I vargstenen de bundit min själ
En dag skall runor brista…
Brista… Brista…
English translation:
Towards the night I gaze.
Stricken, driven to the ground
Giddying thoughts rush about, dazed filled with resentment
The blood scratches my veins
My soul deprived.
Driven out of my brother half
Hear the children of the night…
The children of the night cry, a fallen father
Sorrow turns to wrath, cold rain falls
Eases my pain, gives me strength back
Reminds me, of the deeds of evil-doers…
Trapped in the fire, no way out
Cut and beaten, bound by runes
Binds my soul, my wolf brother
Soul without body, body without soul
Carved runes, the wolf’s mind hold
Shackled, bound by blood red iron barb
Blackened blood in the eyes of others
The perfection of the soul through blood
Bred from the sting of wolves' thorn
During the dreams of the night
An emptiness filled, a twin soul to me bound
The time will come when I’m whole again
When I’ll once again rule the night
In the wolves' stone they’ve bound my soul
One day the runes will break…

Frekastein (translation)

Towards night I look up
The blows driven to the ground
Dizzying thoughts rush around
Fog filled with resentment…
Bitterness… Bitterness…
The blood tears in my veins
My soul stolen
Expelled my brother's half
Hear the children of the night…
Hear the children of the night… Hear the children of the night…
The children of the night are crying, a fallen father
Grief turns to anger;
cold rain falls
Deafens my pain, gives me strength again
Reminds me of Nidingar's deed
Caught in the fire, no way out
Chopped and beaten, bound by runes
Binds my soul, my wolf brother
Soul without body, body without soul
Carved runes, the mind of the tomb holds
Bound, tied with blood-red iron tag
Carved runes, the mind of the tomb holds
Bound, tied with blood-red iron tag
Carved runes, the mind of the tomb holds
Bound, tied with blood-red iron tag
Black blood In the eyes of others
Perfection of the soul through blood
Derived from the wolf thorn's sting
During the night's dreams
A void filled
A twin soul tied to me
The time will come when I will be whole again
Then I rule the night again
In the wolf stone they bound my soul
One day runes will burst…
Brista… Brista…
English translation:
Towards the night I gaze.
Stricken, driven to the ground
Giddying thoughts rush about, dazed filled with resentment
The blood scratches my veins
My soul deprived.
Driven out of my brother half
Hear the children of the night…
The children of the night cry, a fallen father
Sorrow turns to wrath, cold rain falls
Eases my pain, gives me strength back
Reminds me, of the deeds of evil-doers…
Trapped in the fire, no way out
Cut and beaten, bound by runes
Binds my soul, my wolf brother
Soul without body, body without soul
Carved runes, the wolf’s mind hold
Shackled, bound by blood red iron barb
Blackened blood in the eyes of others
The perfection of the soul through blood
Bred from the sting of wolves' thorn
During the dreams of the night
An emptiness filled, a twin soul to me bound
The time will come when I’m whole again
When I’ll once again rule the night
In the wolves' stone they've bound my soul
One day the runes will break…