Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Frekastein, artist - Månegarm. Album song Vredens tid, in the genre Фолк-металDate of issue: 27.09.2005
Record label: Black Lodge
Song language: Swedish
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… |
| (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… |